I say what you say
I say what you say
I do what you do
I do what you do
I think what I think
I think what you think
You are always, always wrong
How about you?
Category: poetical periodical.
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I won’t write something pointless
No the fuck I won’t
I’ll write something commorient about commitment
And then I’ll die alone
I won’t write something bloodless
I promise myself I won’t
I’ll write about a period, if I have to
To get that point across
I won’t write something sinister
With its moral greys and blues
I won’t write something poignant
About what I’ve heard from headline news
I won’t write anything that rhymes
For much longer than a few lines
And I won’t take classes
To teach me how to write
I won’t copy all my heroes
I won’t plagiarize their faults
I won’t beguile you with my clever diction
Playful syntax, charming tone
Quick turn of wit or unborn phrasing
I simply tell you: I won’t.
Instead I’ll lay in bed and rot
And go to work more days than not
I’ll waste my money
And all my time
I’ll be alone a lot.
I’ll notice the contractions in my poems
But I won’t do much about ‘em.
I’ll punctuate myself with fallacies,
Cliches, and French words I don’t know.
I won’t decide well where to put many periods
And I won’t watch the way the blood leaves
I’ll just barely notice it as it’s going
I’ll be just one more word
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Oh baby how can I ever get you back,
Unmet prayer, insidious invocation
Aside, there’s a charm to getcha back
Spells, I’m speaking as a witch
And you stopped listening.
Good. You don’t need to see my crystal skull, my rotten bones, my grey hairs or
My caving teeth, you spoiled boy you meet
Carbohydrates with a worldfull of smokeflavor, screaming beef
Brazen cattle, we tramp stamp boy fans
We have hunger, for other tastes more sweet
If I’m allowed
I’ll repeat
You were not a bad boy
You are now a bad man
You have the prerogative to change
Shirk and I have
The responsibility
To kill you
So what do you think about that
Fat man
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How right I am won’t prove me wrong
How left behind you see my mind
Won’t silence any song I have a throat
For singing, for singing is my kind
Of speaking with my friends and brothers
Oh my lovers
Love is mind
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Tippety-Tap The Dancing Rabbit dances just for you
He takes a pretty penny and your pocket smiles at you
The dancing that you’ll see tonight will be a sheer delight
You’ve never seen a dancing rabbit nearly take to flight!
Your eyes fill up with flashing feet and a white fur coat that gleams
You laugh until your face feels like it’s splitting at the seams
Tippety-Tap The Dancing Rabbit takes a look at you
His eye is red and dancing, yes his eye is dancing too
He dances right, he takes the left, he makes an awful show
You’re seeing many more things than you ever thought you’d know
But Tippety-Tap The Dancing Rabbit took your pretty penny
And not just the one he took from you, in fact he has quite many
And each one has a face just like the one he pulls from you
So when the dancing’s done you know just what the crowd went through
Together in the dancing night! Together at the show!
Together we were merry once, apart from us, our pennies know
Tippety-Tap The Dancing Rabbit bowed low to end the night
Tippety-Tap The Dancing Rabbit owns the stage, alright.
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When you get your heart broke
And your sleepy eyes start fluttering it’s
Time to write take a beat of your pulse
In your throbbing hands
Wring out those last stuck letters
Remember that poetry
It’s still good, even if it was for them
And when you get your heart broke the next time
It won’t be for real
Remember that
Because
The original weren’t never working right from that first one
You’ve only got a replacement in there anyway
That one you cain’t remember
Yeah it’ll itch at you like a song title you haven’t thought of since you
Embarrassed
Could only sing that little snatch of chorus
And you forgot it
Let it go. Weren’t none of it real.
It ain’t your heart broke.
Lorraine The Wrighter 