This poem covers the double negativity I mentioned in yesterday’s blog. It covers some of the themes I’ve thought of over the last 15-20 years in Blighty. There have been a lot of nice people and experiences in that time, and this just covers the not nice ones, so if the nice ones wonder why I don’t want to spend as much time as I’d like with them, well, it’s partly down to the Double Negatives, and partly down to me becoming older and wiser.
My Courageous Willpower and Mental Strength
I’ve been rebelling against my pseudo-alphas in that time; in uni, work and friend groups from youth and adulthood; who I know often have a captive audience of minions and others, so I knew I was asking for trouble doing so, but thought I was brave and strong enough to do so.
I don’t like to give the DNs any benefit, so I’ll just add that they’ve saved me a lot of money, made my writing better, helped me drink less and fast-tracked me to Nietzschean Superman and Buddhist Enlightenment!
It mirrors reflectively, so the outer lines are 4, 3, 2 – 2, 3, 4.
Modern Society, Double Negativity
seen twice my space, must be me, always somewhere
out drinking with us, must love me
why is he always around here
wants a job because loves money
attends gym because I’m there
homosexual, Jew, feminist, witch
who does he think he is, why does he always jinx us
homophobic, racist, sexist, alien
free exercises to save cash
doesn’t work because he’s too lazy
goes abroad to spend his money
looks like loner, always on his own
go nowhere, hurts too much, too weak and scared