Let's try a little self-pity poetry, or what I like to call self-pietry, today. It's fun, it's easy, and it sounds like real poetry! Try it, you'll like it!
Understranded
by Schuyler
No one
gets it
Nope, not anyone
No one understands my plan
Or what it is I am
tyring to say
No one cares
that I am stranded
here on an isle
of shimmering sand
that might collapse at any moment
No one knows
my master plan
2 comments:
okay, so, um, I realize that your thought of the day is some kind of metaphor, but maybe it is not the best metaphor to use in these times in this city.
hahahahaha... dude, I think I get your pietry! I could stop laughing outloud... sooo self-indulgent!
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