There's so much sad it will fill up the ocean
There's so much happy!! it will fill up the sky
You know I think it was a crime
Crashing out in the third round against South Korea
This was not our day
This was not our night
This was not our plight
This was not our velodrome
At least, not for Australia
And their glorious globuled riders
Smashing to the ground like undercooked crockery
Yeah, and the patter of tiny feet.
Oh, dub me Lord Abortion?
Said the mean, mean man
Being mean
Exceptionally (I mean seriously mean)
Talking in bed, it ought to be easiest
But it's not?
I can't afford a bed to lay my head
On!
This one goes out to us
Us with the big bottoms
Us with the famous heads
Us with the unscrupulous dichotomous key
Not like my brother (see my other poem)
We walk down the stairs like bananas in pyjamas
Like Ben Franklin's kite
We walk up the stairs like citrus fruits in tracksuits
Like dudes in Where's My Car?
So here we are
Seeing Mrs John for details
And the weighty truths of our lives:
What will survive of us...
Is love!
There's so much happy!! it will fill up the sky
You know I think it was a crime
Crashing out in the third round against South Korea
This was not our day
This was not our night
This was not our plight
This was not our velodrome
At least, not for Australia
And their glorious globuled riders
Smashing to the ground like undercooked crockery
Yeah, and the patter of tiny feet.
Oh, dub me Lord Abortion?
Said the mean, mean man
Being mean
Exceptionally (I mean seriously mean)
Talking in bed, it ought to be easiest
But it's not?
I can't afford a bed to lay my head
On!
This one goes out to us
Us with the big bottoms
Us with the famous heads
Us with the unscrupulous dichotomous key
Not like my brother (see my other poem)
We walk down the stairs like bananas in pyjamas
Like Ben Franklin's kite
We walk up the stairs like citrus fruits in tracksuits
Like dudes in Where's My Car?
So here we are
Seeing Mrs John for details
And the weighty truths of our lives:
What will survive of us...
Is love!
Author notes
An ode to the Weimar Republic.
A contest entry
- Ashamed to be Human by Death of the Author.
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To what extent was the Weimar Republic doomed from the start?
Comments
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This is an interesting piece, but generally something a lot of people can't relate to. It feels very disjointed and choppy.


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I'm sorry, I don't see how this fits into my contest at all. Perhaps you meant to post another poem?
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ummm I really don't know where to start with this piece. It has some many different points and ideals, and I like that.
The way it was set up was pretty creative. I don't know if it is suppose to be funny, but I felt it had this sarcastic undertone.
Now all I ask if for your pen name or your AP name?
Thanks for entering
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it's different. which is good. the last line of the last stanza going into that last word...just brilliant. i also enjoyed the first two lines, how they contradict each other. thanks for the entry!
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Thank-you for an interesting poem, I am enjoying reading the wide variety of entries to this contest but unfortunately I am marking pairs of poems and you only entered the one so I cannot consider yours for the final.Thanks again and all the best
Jeff

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How sad that your comments further down the page in reply to a contest holder are better then the poem itself

I'm so sad about this it's going to flood the ocean. In what way excatly did I not read the title page? I know I've entered it into other contests but those were only for laughs and jokes. Your competition is the first I've ever taken seriously. It's the first that has stepped out the bounds of poetic expectation. It's the first that has demanded originality, flair and wit and I respected its creator for that. The very person I'd hoped would shelter me from this wordly storm of mediocrity has cast me aside like a cheap dime store whore. I offered you my utmost respect, you threw it right back. Tombstoned.
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I was going to say how fucking great this poem was - until I realised you didn't even read the title page... Disrespect. Expect me to respect you back??
Piss take. -
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I'm so sad about this it's going to flood the ocean. In what way excatly did I not read the title page? I know I've entered it into other contests but those were only for laughs and jokes. Your competition is the first I've ever taken seriously. It's the first that has stepped out the bounds of poetic expectation. It's the first that has demanded originality, flair and wit and I respected its creator for that. The very person I'd hoped would shelter me from this wordly storm of mediocrity has cast me aside like a cheap dime store whore. I offered you my utmost respect, you threw it right back. Tombstoned.
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This was an interesting piece which read really well. It seems like on of those poems which you could easily reread and find different meaning in and have many guesses at, and I like that in a piece of poetry. I loved the ending especially, it was very true ad a lovely way to finish. Good work x
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I totally and completely agree with your last line. In a world of everything, only something, some idea that is so vague yet so inviting, will pull through all of the bad things. A great write.
Congratulations.
Good luck in the contest.
Chin up,
Swim.x -
this was enteresating, not exactaly what its about but thanks for entering
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This isn't a background.
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What a weird piece of writing. What on earth does South Korea (created in the 50s) have to do with the Weimar Republic? What does crashing out mean? Who's Mrs John and what has she got to do with South Korea or the Weimar Republic? Why does Ben Franklin have a kite? And who is he anyway? If this were in a contest for drug-induced lunacy it would win. But it's not, so it won't.
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Unlike Great British riders...8 Gold Medals anyone? Something like that anyway

And their glorious globuled riders
Smashing to the ground like undercooked crockery
Really liked the imagery there
Oh, dub me Lord Abortion?
Said the mean, mean man
Being mean
Exceptionally (I mean seriously mean)
And surprisingly, I liked that too. Love the sardonic tone...
Thanks for your entry
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An exceptional blend of exquisite vocabulary and the informal, and culminating in an exclamation symbolising the Weimar Republic's collapse.
An inspiration to all poets.
xx
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