Melodrama will ensue
With blood vomit and Cajun blackened hearts
All spicy and hot with cayenne peppers and blood rain
Dreamy dangling emo-hair always in our eyes
And I will chuckle
A slow, warbling chuckle at your futile gesture
Your emaciated and weak stab at attention
You are no better than the media
Printing the suffering and sickness of the world for entertainment
Yes, you are entertainment
Hence the chuckle
It’s funny, right?
A contest entry
- whatever the fuck you want III by Nam.
345 points, ended March 29, 2007, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Whatever is on your mind
Comments
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This piece would have been better if the last two lines were removed.
-Nam -
this is interesting....or disturbing depending upon which side you are on. I think that you have a point to make.
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