How does one express
the singular joy
JOY
of having a bitchin' bag?
How does one
not exclude those less fortunate
both people
and their non-bitchin' bags
while still sharing
the paramount ecstasy that is
bitchin' bag ownership?
Must one keep one's silence
like autistics
with a favored toy?
Or keep confidences
like the priest
in the confessional?
Oh!
How does one not-bitch
about the bitchin'-ness
of one's bitchin' bag
Author notes
My first poem in awhile, writing while on break. Admittedly not my best, but I accept that.
Please tell me how bitchin' is your bag.
Comments
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WELCOME TO ALLPOETRY!
So the bag is as cool as I thought eh? Damn you and your internet shopping skills. You totally beat me to the bunny.
Despair
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