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Lashing out
Contributed by
zenmind
on
Saturday, 4th December 2004 @ 05:44:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Completely irresponsible actions!
I was scolded before I left.
Opened a door and let the flies in.
That's all.
And I was torn into submission!
Inhumane! I couldn't speak!
My life could have been questioned!
"Not worth it", I thought.
The bee's hive was left undisturbed,
until I ground my axe into its mold.
Now let these bees into the hole left open.
They'll learn not to mess with me!
They'll learn not mistreat me!
I'll teach them a valuable lesson of guilt.
A lesson from myself.
And I'll stand on the roof pi$$ing on them as they run out.
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Re: Lashing out
(User Rating: 1 ) by in2thetwilightzone2 on
Sunday, 5th December 2004 @ 03:35:58 AM AEST (User
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very angry, i take it bees are metaphorical eh? my interpretation is some people have let you down or are talking about you behing your back, its upseting isnt it?
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Re: Lashing out
(User Rating: 1 ) by Ina on
Wednesday, 8th December 2004 @ 12:50:01 AM AEST (User
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haha. Well although I am half sober right now, and slightly annoyed at the weather, I totally loved this poem, the ending quite humorous my friend.
Not very fond of the exclamation marks at the end of each sentence, if you are a true poet, screaming is not needed. Words will speak your emotions. Plus exclamation marks look ugly. They are like pre mature pimples.
good. it kept me reading till the end..i have ADHD or something because most poems loose my interest fast. |
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