Trade Show Blues

Symptoms of inchoate dissatisfaction appear.
I'm no longer glad to have come. A barn is a barn,
Whether filled up with livestock or humans,
And this display hall is a barn. The patter
Of capitalists leaves me cold. Their gadgets
Seem useless. My time, which no one but I
Believes has any value, is precious in contrast
To this. It's raining outside. Why wouldn't it be?
I push through the entryway doors, nonetheless,
And trudge toward a cocktail lounge, head
Getting wet, the most immediate cause of my
Dissatisfaction becoming quite clear.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-13 at 17:36

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
I would hate to count the name mber of trade shows I've attended both as a visitor and mostly as an exhibitor. Hated every ne. Too much alcohol too mush artificial Bon Amie too much junk food. Any above all way too much cost. Larry, I fully sympathize! Go have a double and mention my name to the bartender!
2017-11-15


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You have to be in the right frame of mind for those things. Alcohol helps though.
2017-11-14


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Probably should skip trade shows in the rain in the future. It's the search for the possibility of something or someone exciting perhaps, and the disappointment when there is none. Your feelings of dissatisfaction come through in the poem.
Ashe
2017-11-13