That's Deep (a poem)

That's Deep is a spoken word piece from As I Look, a collection of poems about self and social re-creation by Mark Anthony Thomas. Released in 2000, on his 21st birthday, the book includes poems written as a teenager. For more information, visit http://www.markanthonythomas.com That’s Deep What makes a man deep? Is it the fact that his thoughts transcend the depths of the mental capacity, Or is he utilizing the capacity of his creativity to make us think that the Expectations surmount the limitations of our minds? But does that make him deep? Well look at it like this, you can think you’re deep And be as deep as the water in the broken pool of a child Making you really wafer thin and puddle shallow But you’ll still have the nerves to still claim that you’re deepl Then you have the commercial deep. See, people thinks these folks are deep and they’ll Ride the fame of the title all the way to the heaven of hype, Not realizing that they’re caught up in a purgatory Of self-indulgence and suffer from the expectation of expectation… But that doesn’t mean they’re not deep? Hell, You got a Nikki Gamma, an Edgar Rho, and Langston Eta. Three filters for the common man compiled with those who commercially Lift their founders - while the great one Celebrates what their creativity innovates. But then, we can’t forget the wanna-be-deeps, Who decorate themselves like Christmas trees With colorful ornaments and eccentricities Not realizing that their beneficiaries Will look back and smirk at when mama and papa tried too hard To be too cool, but really looked like a damn fool And now they have the nerves to tell us What we can and shouldn’t do, Shaping conflict after conflict, because they were caught up in The conflict of trying too hard to go deep And they don’t want you to repeat their mistakes. But you haven’t answered my question, am I deep? How ‘bout you flow down my shallow river, Which will lead you down my lake of forte, And you’ll levitate in my ocean of intellectual paragons, And while you sway back and forth, in my liquid of innovative yet Borderline psychotic thoughts, tell me if you’ll stay afloat.