Standing, by myself, for myself,
am I to be classed as worthless?
nought but a sad troublecauser,
simply because I have no urge
to bleat from the depths of a woolly coat.
...Nor any longings to sniff round
a sheeps arsehole or join song with
congregations, in an effort
to show what a fucking right good
hypocrite I can really be.
Just so they might...they might... like me
and let me join in with all their
tedious who is-fucking-who,
god bless, and shite fucked up mind-games.
I did not and do not ever
intend to be bowing my head
at such pretentious bullshit as that.
So... will I be cast out by twats?
because I tread tentative paths
towards my goals without feeling
the need to waste my precious hours
being a false, cheating bastard,
causing wars, or for creating
unecessary waves just to
satisfy my own sad little ego.
For all these things, am I looked on
as some sort of lesser being?
This is something I really thought
that I needed to know about,
...but then I thought out loud to myself
What the fuck would sheep know about any of this anyway?
In a list
A contest entry
- Society poems, (pre-writes allowed) by Floorboards.
500 points, ended October 11, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Give Me Your Most Offensive Poetry by Edna Sweetlove.
300 points, ended October 24, 2007, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - LOW LIFE CONTEST by Gerald Flagellation.
425 points, ended December 22, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Rebel! by Cinder.
900 points, ended February 23, 2008, 26 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Congrats on the gold, it is well deserved, Not being a Sheep is an easy but unacceptable thing to do.
Lotsa laughs.
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It's extraordinary. This is the 2nd poem I have read in the last 5 minutes involving the word "ballbag" - until now I have never heard this word and now TWICE! Miraculous!
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I am tempted to give you a prize for this one, but you already have a gold one so I don't want you to get big-headed with too much success and praise.
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worried that my shit house will have to be bigger than yours darling Edna? Tsk tsk..don't say we are going to fall out over porcelain pretentiousness.
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Barty likes this poem. Come and read his naughty stories!
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done.
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Hehehe, this is most impressive, I whole heartedly agree with everything in here,
very well done and thanks for entering,
Floorboards.
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