Thursday, January 19, 2006

Horrid Poetry Thursday




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:

Maggie said...

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.

WMS said...

hahahahaha... dude, I think I get your pietry! I could stop laughing outloud... sooo self-indulgent!