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What Did I Do Now?

Each week, I flip to a show
That calls itself a news show even though it isn't very informative,
To find out how I feel that week

Each week, I open a magazine
To find out who I have dumped, or who has dumped me,
Or in what party it was that I got drunk and stupid,
I ravenously read the magazine that defines who I am

If I were ever to break from the cast they die,
Stand back, for they will counterattack, no question:
Sometimes, being the only one who is right makes you wrong

Every day, every hour, I need to see that ticker
Under the puppet heads that chant the latest box office take-ins,
To know just what I should be thinking and wearing at that moment

And I permit them to create my truths for me,
And I hold the check away from my body as I run to the bank

Author notes


Written December 3rd, 2003

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A contest entry

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  • NurseHayley
    December 9, 2003
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    I would hate to be famous for all the reasons you have highlighted in this poem here yeah ok the money would be nice but I'd soon get bored with that too Another fabulous poem - you deserve to win this
    Take care
    Hayley x x x x x


  • Beauty Sleeps
    December 6, 2003
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    This was wonderful! Very good images and different twists... I have to pretty much just ditto MorsusCrustom and MuseStalker on what they said. Good luck in the contest and keep writing!
    Kate

  • Amsterdam
    December 3, 2003
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    Oooh! This was great! The expressive words and phrases were beautiful! Thanks for entering my contest, and good luck!
    -Angelie-


  • MuseStalker
    December 3, 2003
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    Magnificent

    Oooooooooo! I likee lots!!! Great imagery and you put such wonderful twisties and turnies in your word playing..."cast they die" Runs the gamut from profound to silly - sometimes within the space of a single line! My favorite lines are: "And I permit them to create my truths for me, And I hold the check away from my body as I run to the bank"...sort of ends it all on a sad note. Ah, you outdid yourself with this one. Definitely deserves to win! Thanks for sharing this awesome piece of poetry!