So, I wrote a poem, as an avenue to release an immense amount of anger. I usually don't show these to anyone, which is why no one knows that I write poetry. It isn’t necessarily one of my strengths, but I figure I would put it out there for people to see.
Anywho, enjoy.
A Mid-day Encounter with the Philistine
Not withstanding the moral judgment in your voice,
I'd say your statement was more than off-point.
I am not a "Filthy Socialist" as you claim,
and who really is the dirtier between us?
Your speaking, eloquent and asinine,
did not change my mind,
nor will I concede to your's,
rather, I am my own man.
Woefully, I trudged along next to you,
ardently, you professed your knowledge,
scarcely, I acknowledged your existence,
rather, I decided you died many moons ago.
I suppose you are still alive,
if only in body and being,
and certainly I can see you standing,
but what happened to your soul?
1 comment:
wow that's really good...
never realized you were into writing poetry and such
I especially love the last stanza
and the whole idea behind it reminds me of a conor type mentality (go figure)
anywho just figured I'd say...your poetry doesn't suck like mine but rather is quite good and I enjoyed it =)
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