Well,
This is the story of a 15 year old boy
Who wore his past in a plastic tiara upon his head
and his future in a pocket watch that hung from his earlobe.
Every morning he would wake up
and fold up his identity and conveniantly
place it in the breast pocket of his school blazer.
This was considered to be especially rebellious, as
he knew that any identities that were seen during
school hours were to be confiscated immediately.
He had two friends. His first friend was a boy who
looked like a coke can that had been kicked around
a public street, with many dents and chips yet still
wouldn't cave in on itself. His second friend
was a shopping bag that hung from the top of his locker
and blew about in the hurly-burly of the corridor.
Every lunchtime the boy and his two friends would
stand at his locker and just watch
life roll by as if it were a truck floating on a
pool of ice. They discussed things that were considered
useless at school but extremely valuable in real life.
One morning, the boy was walking to school and he noticed
stains on his blazer. He ran to a local laundromat
and through his blazer into a spin-cycle washing machine
and waited. Suddenly it hit him that his identity was
still contained in his blazer breast pocket, and that it
was getting hurled around in that machine like a toddler
in a cyclone.
When he got his blazer out of the washing machine
it had been stained even more, and his identity
wasn't where it was supposed to be.
He asked everyone if they had seen it, to no avail.
The boy decided that if he couldn't find his beloved identity
that he would have to buy a new one.
He headed to the Mac shop in town and bought his identity
in a little black box with the letter "I" on it for the price
of $450.99 and he slid it conveniantly into his breast pocket.
Now ofcourse, buying a new identity was the latest craze at school.
You weren't cool unless you had atleast 5 of them, and whoever
had the most expensive identity was the leader of the pack.
The boy flicked out his brand new "I-dentity" and showed it to his friend.
His friend's identity was a hand-me-down bottle of glue and was thus
no match for an identity of such value.
The boy found a group of boys who had similar identities. They all flicked them out and compared them. A local teacher was standing by and saw the boy with his brand new "I-dentity" and immediately confiscated it and hid it in an ivory cage which was guarded by a 53 year old monkey that was addicted to nutmeg.
The boy had a hard time for the rest of his school life before he stumbled upon a strange site called allpoetry.com and had been fine ever since.
A contest entry
- round one (for everyone) prewrite contest ENTER ENTER ENTER (AND YES THAT MEAN'S YOU too by serenity silvermoon.
927 points, ended February 16, 1509 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Escaping from Boredom...I could use a little help, here! by TwoFacedPsycho.
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Look Here ! by tears.of.silence.
400 points, ended March 14, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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It is humorous, I've written poems like this.
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well alright. This is quiet different. I'm not sure I followed the poem all the way but I found it very interesting. Thanks for entering my contest and welcome to my family. Kahy
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This poem has nothing whatsoever to do with my contest.
Whilst it's great prose, you've entered it into a contest that was created to honour the deaths of over 200 people while their entire worlds fall to the ground.
In future, you should read the criteria of the contest.
It is now being removed from mine. -
This poem does not meet the contest criteria. It is being removed from the contest.
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This is great for a prose, though I don't see what it has to do with Shari's contest, since it's for the Australian bush-fires. This would be much better-suited to a contest for prose or angst-poetry.
Keep up the good writing, though.
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So random, yet funny! Although, I sometimes feel like people try to take my identity, it's always good to have allpoetry to back you up. Great job and thanks!
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love it...great humor...
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i simply love it! ingenious and humorous!
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53 YEAR OLD MONKEY..A BOTTLE OF GLUE...TODDLER IN A CYCLONE...
CRAZZZZYYYYYY STUF...
BUT I HOPE AP LIKED IT...!!!!
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WHOA
this is awesome.
reading it was probably (sadly) the best part of my day.
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*gigglinng fit*
hehehe. 'toddler in a cyclone', '53-year-old monkey that was addicted to nutmeg', interesting stuff.
i like how it's a poem pretending to be prose. or is it the other way round?
excellent. -
this is stunning.
I want to marry it.
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