When The Room Is As Big As The World

Summary

The poem "When The Room Is As Big As The World" reflects on the state of society and politics, expressing deep concern and disdain for the current rhetoric and actions of public figures.

Abstract

The poem, presented as an "Ideastream Poem," delves into the author's reaction to what they perceive as absurd and dangerous political discourse, likened to "unprecedented idiocy" and "rhetoric-shit flavoured pomposity." The author grapples with the impact of such discourse on society, questioning the sanity and motives of those who propagate it. The piece conveys a sense of urgency and fear, juxtaposing the tranquilizing effect of commercials against the stark reality of the world's state. The author hopes for a historical reckoning and a rejection of the harmful ideologies being broadcasted on a global scale.

Opinions

The author expresses a strong negative opinion about the current political rhetoric, describing it as idiotic and dangerous.
There is a clear sense of disbelief and concern about the public's willingness to consider or accept harmful ideas.
The poem suggests that commercials serve as a distraction from the more frightening political and social realities.
The author views the situation as a global issue, not confined to a single room or space, indicating the far-reaching impact of modern media.
The poem conveys a desire for historical condemnation of the individuals responsible for the current state of affairs.
The author uses strong language and imagery to convey a sense of urgency and the need for action against the spread of toxic ideologies.

An Ideastream Poem

I’m tuning in: It isn’t good. Unprecedented idiocy flying over the airwaves. My thoughts race: Are we screwed? If you’re that orange, Are you human? Why on any God-forsaken planet would anyone contemplate injecting poison? Unless they want to die.

Commercials, a tranquilizing relief ‘cos the reality’s just too freakin’ scary. No, not your products, just your drivel. Smooth, soothing, my brain ain't moving. Never did I think I’d need this drug.

Spokestards spurt weird words of half-truth, flinging fly-shit, pig-shit, immoral-shit ‘round the room. ‘Cept the room is big as the world.

It’s played-out, this circus of bizarre of orange-coloured, fluff-brained, dangerous-de-cline, rhetoric-shit flavoured, pomposity, on a world stage.

History, hopefully, heeding the hideous cretin, condemning, cursing, cremating.

Burn, baby, burn.

~thanks for reading~

Thanks to Xavier Van Holde and his poetry salvage:

Poetry Salvage: I used these ten words in my poem ❤

unprecedented

played-out

commercials

product

flinging

spokestards (n. anybody that speaks for Donald Trump)

screwed

race

human

God

I write poetry and other musings from my home in Finland. I still call Australia home, too. If you’d like to keep in touch, sign up for Northern Notes. I won’t spam you at all ❤ You could also consider buying me a cuppa so I can keep writing for more than cents.

When The Room Is As Big As The World

An Ideastream Poem

Orcs = Racism

Yep, the fantasy creature in D&D, Tolkien, and other early fantasy novels were really the construct of racism. That’s…