you wear your nose
in the air
but it’s not
clean
it has brown
on it
your climb to
the top,
...is crude
and backstabbing
is a dirty
business
no doubt,
on your way
to those boots
you had stopped,
to kiss,
some ass.
A contest entry
- Bootlicker by Naridill.
800 points, ended February 6, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Straight to the point and honest - love this. Simple but stark. I don't much like the mention of it being brown - on nose - but I do like the rest.
Thanks for entering,
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Lol mal this is so forth rite, you made a contest poem say what you think,this is so funny, good job good luck in the contest...
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Three snaps. Mally has left the building!
You conveyed a lovely bitterness in this piece. Excellent matter-of-fact approach.
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