Once pelted with title,
I give it the slip
through a mouthful of lies
and gibberish.
Stand up on high to the skies-
impervious;
worthless.
Spineless merchant of false truths.
"Atten-Hut!" falls through.
Without further adieu
I give you the tin roof,
the doormat, the spittoon,
the trapdoor hatch that I'm falling through.
Cut me down at the knees.
Pop out the star with gunshots, please!
Author notes
coward
A contest entry
- If You Were A Word - What Word Would You Be? by Mad Moon.
600 points, ended October 3, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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On reading these entries, I have been looking at the "words" people chose first. I have to admit; when I first saw yours I was very skeptical. However; you have penned it so well! I was p[pleasantly surprised at your use of poetic device and language. Also, your metaphors are wonderful! And; the military feel to this drips in sadness and submission. I feel sad at how you seem to see yourself, but your offering is superb. Thank you so much for the entry, and good luck!
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