Array ( [sid] => 133233 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Underdog [time] => 2007-04-02 20:32:15 [hometext] => A poem about The American Dream. [bodytext] => They told me stories
drawn from all mythos
of fantastic interventions
and aid from the unlikeliest of sources.

Times legendary could be dog-eared
by their downfallen and ---- upon,
and the great lengths to which they’d go
to find wealth, success, redemption, or love,
never without grand luck or ethereal favor.

The story of the underdog
lies engrained in our very notion of
The American Dream,
in the thrill of all games and sport,
in our capitalism, our meritocracy,
our politics, and our celebrity.

And after a little work,
a little luck, and a little laziness,
I find myself an overlord,
governing the play of all in my sphere
as I influence fortunes with a crooked smile.

And superstition never leaves the room.
Artifacts, trinkets, badges, and rituals
weigh heavy in the lightest of decisions,
guide false pretense, and pour forth miracles.

But as the largest superstition of all
draws us in – perfect celestial syzygy,
with all of space-time aligned,
not in an impossible straight line,
but in a living golden spiral,
fluxing gravity, tide, light, and motion,
and rendering static all states of being –
divinity itself is channeled into that yellow room,
liquefying its spirits and eaux de vie,
as they erode crystalline rocks, piled high.

And with a hardy “Cheers!”
this brutal underdog pulls on,
feeling no hand nor ghost to make things right,
and knowing only that persistence and will
can accomplish this Herculean task,
that despite the stories of a thousand generations,
I am truly alone,
surrounded by endless resources and tools,
and forced to craft for myself an Athena
to power and guide me, to ease my burden,
as I move forward in life.
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The Underdog
Date: Monday, 2nd April 2007 @ 08:32:15 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: butterat_zool
They told me stories
drawn from all mythos
of fantastic interventions
and aid from the unlikeliest of sources.

Times legendary could be dog-eared
by their downfallen and ---- upon,
and the great lengths to which they’d go
to find wealth, success, redemption, or love,
never without grand luck or ethereal favor.

The story of the underdog
lies engrained in our very notion of
The American Dream,
in the thrill of all games and sport,
in our capitalism, our meritocracy,
our politics, and our celebrity.

And after a little work,
a little luck, and a little laziness,
I find myself an overlord,
governing the play of all in my sphere
as I influence fortunes with a crooked smile.

And superstition never leaves the room.
Artifacts, trinkets, badges, and rituals
weigh heavy in the lightest of decisions,
guide false pretense, and pour forth miracles.

But as the largest superstition of all
draws us in – perfect celestial syzygy,
with all of space-time aligned,
not in an impossible straight line,
but in a living golden spiral,
fluxing gravity, tide, light, and motion,
and rendering static all states of being –
divinity itself is channeled into that yellow room,
liquefying its spirits and eaux de vie,
as they erode crystalline rocks, piled high.

And with a hardy “Cheers!”
this brutal underdog pulls on,
feeling no hand nor ghost to make things right,
and knowing only that persistence and will
can accomplish this Herculean task,
that despite the stories of a thousand generations,
I am truly alone,
surrounded by endless resources and tools,
and forced to craft for myself an Athena
to power and guide me, to ease my burden,
as I move forward in life.


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