She's the rash inside your old suit
A chimney clogged with clear soot -
The hooded oriflammed Inuit
That wished to be more then some burgomaster.
She was birthed in a see through igloo
But her lips could never be blue -
For she controls your new improved flue
With a hymen dyed hot pink remote device.
Now I bet you're thinking, "it's me"?
While my squire head shoots your palfrey -
She's spreading dialectic facts from upstream
To escape a life selling funky isinglass.
Behold, your very own gated south pole
A well melted trendy ecumenical -
Because you wished to be their next great staple
As the saturated produce choked every-ones spine.
Just remember this old stuffed shad omen
From a drunk and tilting catechumen
The truth is not some miracle vitamin
That you can purchase with a free suitcase
from the Sears expanded - catalogue.
Author notes
Written December 24th, 2003
In a list
A contest entry
- Support the McCartneys, save the baby seals from slaughter. by ecrivain01.
300 points, ended April 6, 2006, 6 entries
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Hmmmmm. Okay.
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Consumption is bad for fur seals.
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Well, it's certainly different. Somehow I can't see any connection to the theme of the contest though. Perhaps you'd care to elucidate that?
Other than the title, I mean. Somehow it's a bit over my head.
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i like the ending. im not sure of what it all means. but i like it. different and interesting. was worth the read.
Blu -
Thanks for entering this in my contest--I liked the fact that you put your main point into the poem in such a blunt manner--it makes it so a reader can't miss what this is really about, and that quality is sometimes not easy to come by. Good luck!
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molto bravo
I simply revere the way you attack foreign (distant) topics and completely adopt their language, and even somehow find the soul of their culture. The finality of the fisherman(?)'s advice rings with a touch of heaven. Truth is not something which can be bought. Reminds me of a line, "Truthfully, I spit in your face/ But metaphorically, I gave you a shower." -
Some intersting lines. I especially enjoyed the second verse, but I don't see a strong connection between this and the Native American theme.
Best wishes,
Moses -
yeah, well u lost me so i'm gonna go with the aunt matilda story and get the hell away from that polar bear!
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This takes me back to the blubbering eating contests and good old Aunt Matilda...she was all skin and bones, but when blubber time came she became an animal. One time a polar bear got in on the action and everyone ran, that is except aunt matilda. She only has one eye now...but somewhere out there there's a three legged Polar bear too...
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