Paint the violent expression violet
in spluttering apoplectic strokes
while I grin wickedly spinning away
with your pride in a jar.
You pursue uttering the unutterables
while mothers place hands over ears
of the innocent younglings who gape
in giggling gasps, while applauding.
Laughing I toss the jar high in the air
it lands to shatter in the dirt
as you scramble to reclaim it
putting back together your ego.
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Random Write 2
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Great poem, very good use of your words
Keep up the good work and thanks for entering my contest
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Hmmmm very different, I really liked the end. Good luck. Well done.
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I've got a jar of diiiirt...
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