Eggs on the stove, brain on the tv
While tramps spend the days begging
And spend the nights on crack.
What is this when we torture form with meaning?
Author notes
Please tear this to pieces so that I can put it back together again.
Written May 10th, 2004
A contest entry
- For those with no trophies by oakwolf.
300 points, ended May 12, 2004, 29 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Well darn it, I can’t seem to tear this one apart one bit. It’s just not long enough to get a good enough grip.
But seriously, you have a way with taking words and throwing them together in a way that just should not go together, but somehow they do. The first line for instance. I would never have put that together, and yet with the rest, it works. Go figure. It’s kind of one of those nonsensical kind of writes that makes sense on a social level. Nicely done.
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I loved this. Thank you for entering!
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*First comment dance* Hmm I do not quite understand this piece... maybe thats the point... maybe I am just stupid. Well, this was an interesting poem... I liked it. The first two lines were really cool.
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