<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530496" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Ode to the American Meta-Narrative</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was born fitted to a flannel suit, <br>A white button-up shirt with a collar—<br>Gray coat and black tie. Diffuse and dilute, <br>I disappear in suburban culture.<br>I have a synchronized watch on my wrist.<br>My hand clings tightly to a flat brief case<br>Filled with forms and documentation.<br>My whole body is clenched firm as a fist, <br>Locked into my usual standing space<br>While I wait in the tunneled train station.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I make my living on salaried pay, <br>Repeating the same, standardized work-week.<br>I settle to function mindless today—<br>Mechanic'lly programmed, anti-unique.<br>In my managerial position, <br>I'm empowered to think critically<br>Upon my pecuniary options.<br>I'm focused of finances, decisions<br>Based on reports made bi-annually: <br>The business of affirmative action.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Caged in a chromium jungle, I live<br>Safe and secure, far from some wilderness.<br>My natural inclination might give<br>Me intuition to seek happiness.<br>Under the guise of heart-felt sincerity, <br>Suggesting that I'll keep comfortable<br>Conforming myself to the nine to five.<br>Transformed, a beast of practicality, <br>I've become savagely reasonable, <br>Tamed to have some hope that I may survive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've built myself a synthetic brick house, <br>Captured and kept by a white picket fence.<br>I've built myself a fam'ly with a spouse.<br>Our estate is the perfect residence.<br>Ev'ry night, I relax by the TV<br>To watch evening programs in my chair<br>While my eyes rest, or—rather—while I sleep.<br>The lullaby broadcast news sings to me, <br>Makes me drowsier the longer I stare, <br>Until my consciousness I can no longer keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530496" data-title="An Ode to the American Meta-Narrative de Tim Stensloff" data-description="I was born fitted to a flannel suit, A white button-up shirt with a collar— Gray coat and black tie. Diffuse and dilute, I disappear in suburban culture. I have a synchronized watch on my wrist. My hand clings tightly to a flat brief case Fill..."></div> </div> </div>

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