Perplexing poppets, princes and prose
the scoundrels, their bullshit, the worst of my foes
Little girls playing at being grown up
and those that are grown but play stupid
Boys, because really, what more can they be
and the poorly crafted tales that they whip up and weave
to woo the ignorant girl
And it all boils down to the words that we choose
the ones that determine, win or lose
how much love we feel.
About Me
- psychobillygirl
- Disregard the great ethical truths, it's the collective life of the herd for you. Closed society, no open door policy,collectivist, secretive ideology. Utilitarian. Sublimation of individual identities, suppression of dissidents, communal living, country club victory for him and her and she and he. -Bruce Hornsby
6 comments:
That is a very well made and very direct and powerful poem. It is always good to hear from you and this was like a flash of lightning with a cool turnaround ending.
you finally wrote it down! woo hoo!
Thanks guys! It took me a while to get it together.
ginga - I honestly don't know anything about "proper" poems so I just thought I'd take a shot at it and hope no one laughed. The good thing is that only the Queen and La Lunatique actually know who I am! lol
Queenie - I have others. I think they get more, I dunno, harsh? as I go. Where is all this irritability and anger coming from??? lmao
Well, it can be quite liberating, not being known. I think it is a great poem, it's got great rhythm and momentum and it takes a position, it says something. Be harsher, or not, but keep writing, please,
I have read this so many times and still can't put into words how great it is. It has such an honest beauty. If there are more please set them free, the harsher the better in my opinion!
Thanks! I appreciate such kind words from one so talented!!!!
Hope to see you soon!
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