#abullyisstillabully
I
thought when
I first wrote
Poetry
it was
the release of
Woe
in me,
but for awhile
I
see my
style and who
I
write for
my audience of
One,
but,
Bullies,
pull the woolies
over eyes that sheepishly
turn away, look away, look away,
I had a teacher once who that
thought by giving me D's and
E's in English and jokingly
add in front of the class...
"Hey Elverum you got one
of your two initials, wanna
hazard a guess?"
When I was in
the Army,
had an MWO,
who was nick
named the Wicked
Witch of the West,
as his features
made you feel
like Dorothy, in
the Land of Oz
and because "there's no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
So
it is
with sad attention
I
see there
is a bully
Here,
here, said
the judge, jury
So
there should
be, because poetry
Is
not about
the freedom of
Expression,
through speech,
it is about
Grading
and wizardry
and being numero
Uno
a legend
in his own
Mind
my manners
mind my tongue
Words
that are
spit like salvo's
Not
marshmallow's with
hard hearted centres
Poetry
is meant
to be read
If
I ask
for your critique
Would
you send
me a bill
Or
just your
ill will, toxins
Instill
your commanding
presence on the
Young
and the
new, who dare
To
bad mouth
you, your just
One,
how does
it feel to
be
so alone
like the sound
of
one hand
clapping as you
dashed
another soul
to the rocks
below
the belt
with svelte wit
But
alas, I
only write for
An
audience of
one, you ain't
IT.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC