♦
urine-scented rhapsody,
with a newspaper tent
and the remnants of a
carboard cutout home,
he stands above the
layman shouting for the
freedom of thought and
the conspiracy of print
she matches his tone,
dressed in cat fur and
mosquito-bites, dooms
the crowd to the end-times,
cackling at their sins
and both are ignored
♦
Author notes
Author: Maylette
A contest entry
- The Mystery Lyric Prompt Contest No.2 by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended January 20, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thank you for reading & commenting
Comments
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This is a very itnriguing write and an interesting take on the prompt. Very open to interpretation and the readers own imagination drives what is going on in the piece and can be re-read giving the reader yet another idea about what the piece means.
Good write and congrats on silver.
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No problem.
Lyric Prompt No.3 is:
“We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home” - from 'Nutshell' by Alice In Chains
Many thanks.
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