They Don't Tell You That - Poem - Preview
- Greg Luti
- Dec 7, 2025
- 1 min read
They don’t tell you about that day.
The one you will question everything you are and, what you became, and where you will go.
Where the world seems to stop for a moment, and you are uneasy about the motionless.
It will be on a Tuesday mid-morning,
At around 11:12 AM,
On your lunch break,
As you eat your chicken McNuggets with that sweet and tangy sauce for the third day in a row.
You would have gone to Panera Bread, but that is expensive, so you are now in your leased Nissan, which you overpaid for, eating the golden fries and McNuggets.
As a pop song from your childhood comes on the radio and is deeper than you remember it being.
You know the song.
The one by that girl who only sang that one song, that wasn’t even that big of a hit, but is now a classic on the pop station you listen to because you have now gotten to the point where new music scares you.
Pop songs aren’t supposed to be this deep.
It is pop, for Christ’s sake.
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