Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Bread and Circus

Bread and Circus
©May 31st, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

Give me my daily bread and circus!
Give me my gaudy show!
Show me that life’s got no purpose,
Save what I already know.

Keep me ignorant and stupid,
Entertain me all day
With pretty pink hearts and cupids,
While our world burns away!

Show me that life has no meaning,
But for what t.v. shows.
And while we sit around screening
Reality, life goes.

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In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:  Circus

For some reason, my poem reminded me of the line “Here we are now, Entertain us, ” in the Nirvana song Smells Like Teen Spirit .

An Unepigrammatical Diatribe

An Unepigrammatical Diatribe
©May 28th, 2016

By Vijaya Sundaram

I am unwilling to write a post about “epitome,” because I am the very picture, the very embodiment, the very incarnation of utter lassitude, laziness, mulishness and intractability.

I lie around, the personification of sheer inertia, and view the word “epitome,” with a languid contempt. 

Why should I cut short my long day of torpor, with the sun vanquishing my every attempt to be active, in order to wax eloquent about the word?  Being the very picture of apathy at the moment, I do not wish to relinquish my role as the paradigm of inaction.

Therefore, I say, and I shall say it till the end of … well, this post, that I shall not elaborate further, in some sort of academic nose-in-the air-kind-of-way, on the topic of “epitome.”

An epitome cuts short my attempts to write epics.

I shall not provide any examples of it.  Pooh to the word, I say, pooh!

Goodnight, Gentle Reader!

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Written in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:  Epitome