You talk trash like a doorman,
who treats others like doormats,
thinking you have that right, cause,
you fired first!
did you get lost on your way to a poetry
slam, and so you have no where to compete?
as self appointed (shr)editor,
you stir the *** and leave the room,
leaving your P.I.E.D. in plain sight,
just waiting for it to go off.
do you unto others as you would have do unto you,
somehow you forgot it is true, and I am sorry,
but no worry, I have even liked some of your
real
poetry,
What Was I Thinking?,
Observe life and report in rhyme or prose,
But rhyme with hurtful slime, uglier than my
ugliest of toes, might be poetry but stirs woe in me,
dress it up in classic forms,
who let you create a standard of norms?
take us on fanciful journeys, tell us of loves lost
and loves won, but instead you
load your keyboard with angry
words, waiting for the sound you like,
the sound of your own voice, PULL!
to achieve release...
who died and left you in charge,
or are you sitting sad and alone,
on one of the google barges?
cute trick to hide in hash tags,
not very original, gotta hand it
to you,............................................... you are the best dressed word
bully around. linguistically pure,
of that I am sure, for no human,
would c\ut a/nother's .............................artistic creation
down, unless perfection was in the D.N.A.
what did the others word-
hunters go on vacation and
you got stuck taking turns?
What a way to waste a holiday?
So be a good gourmand, and
get back to excessive feasting,
on food, and
not people's
works.
KTWK
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
You talk trash like a doorman,
who treats others like doormats,
thinking you have that right, cause,
you fired first!
did you get lost on your way to a poetry
slam, and so you have no where to compete?
as self appointed (shr)editor,
you stir the *** and leave the room,
leaving your P.I.E.D. in plain sight,
just waiting for it to go off.
do you unto others as you would have do unto you,
somehow you forgot it is true, and I am sorry,
but no worry, I have even liked some of your
real
poetry,
What Was I Thinking?,
Observe life and report in rhyme or prose,
But rhyme with hurtful slime, uglier than my
ugliest of toes, might be poetry but stirs woe in me,
dress it up in classic forms,
who let you create a standard of norms?
take us on fanciful journeys, tell us of loves lost
and loves won, but instead you
load your keyboard with angry
words, waiting for the sound you like,
the sound of your own voice, PULL!
to achieve release...
who died and left you in charge,
or are you sitting sad and alone,
on one of the google barges?
cute trick to hide in hash tags,
not very original, gotta hand it
to you,............................................... you are the best dressed word
bully around. linguistically pure,
of that I am sure, for no human,
would c\ut a/nother's .............................artistic creation
down, unless perfection was in the D.N.A.
what did the others word-
hunters go on vacation and
you got stuck taking turns?
What a way to waste a holiday?
So be a good gourmand, and
get back to excessive feasting,
on food, and
not people's
works.
KTWK
P.I.E.D. - polemic incendiary english device
D.N.A - really?
KTWK- ha ha you will figure it out, eventually
I try to ignore some who pick and target other poets, see I did not even put your name in this rant...or did I?
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