A greedy sniveling hog
hoards them;
gathering the points up,
stuffed inside a mattress
to await further use.
Years of winnings,
unfathomable hours of toil
represented by this mass
of seemingly fruitless earnings,
laying barren of employment.
Having amassed such a treasury,
everything ripe for picking
lying at their fingertips,
so many things to choose from-
might as well just buy out this site.
Author notes
I'm such an indecisive person-I'd probably just end up earning all these points, letting them pile up. If I could do anything with them, and I had enough, I might as well just take over AP! Muahahahaha!!!!!! *ahem* sorry......
A contest entry
- What is the point (24 hours) by Idle Mind Wondering.
1050 points, ended May 5, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Just say what you feel needs telling...or have one of those random whims to comment on something.
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~hee, hee~
I like this - it makes me giggle (as per the beginning of my comment
). I have, also, found myself, many a time, in this same predicament: what is a person to do with all of those points?
Thanks for brightening my day!
CC: You might consider changing your semicolon into a comma, as semicolons generally separate two independent clauses, and also, putting a space in between your last word and the dash. -
cute and ambituous
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I couldn't help it. Everyone else is doing poems about noble things to do, and I just couldn't write another one, adding onto the growing pile. I like to be different anyways. It's not always the easiest route to take, but who says I'd want it that way?
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