I ate a slice of humble pie
and died before the swallow ended
but pretended to be alive
in the midst of my demise
and ran a marathon
on the policy track of a hanging chad
that was guide to a regime of warriors
who had no spears to chuck
and no money either
But believe you me
clarity wiped my disgust
into particles of dust
and blew the shit in my face
Now, had I not been standing up wind
I would have seen the stank coming
sidestepped
and avoided all those nasty absurd turds
that caused my asphyixiation
Author notes
Happy Anniversary Cinn!
A contest entry
- vomiting points by Cinnarry.
10000 points, ended October 10, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Constructive critique please.
Comments
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This is really great. Loved the twists and turns. Definitely an original piece, and an obsolute joy to read.
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Your words sink so deep into my flesh.
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nasty absurd turds...
♥Becky♥
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Stunning write my dear friend! I loved it! Best of luck in the contest.
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I love it!! This is amazing!! Excellent write!!
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excellent
You penned this perfect as always sis
Definitely a winner in my book
Hugs
Your sis
Susan~~~
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"on the policy track of a hanging chad
that was guide to a regime of warriors
who had no spears to chuck
and no money either..."
Startling! A wonderfully crafted poem.
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