I wrote this poem several years ago. This is actually a shorter version of the original poem since a whole stanza was pretty dated in its references, so I decided to omit it entirely.
Shallow Thoughts
It's so nice
being superficial
No deep heart-searching,
tiresome analysis,
No concern with underlying
motivations
Or looking fruitlessly
for every moment to be
pregnant with meaning...
all my moments are virgin
What's wrong with fleeting pleasures?
Why always seek behemoths
in the deep,
Rather than minnows
in the shallows
I'll leave the deeper implications
to others.
I'll gulp down the sparkling
Coca-Cola of the moment,
leaving the vintage wines
to those with more
pretentious tastes.
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