Waxing Poetic
I’ve noticed that a lot of people use these blogs to showcase their “talent” as poets or deep abstract thinkers. I’m not the kind of guy who broods in dark corners lamenting nature’s battle with technology, commiserating with myself over the loss of my horsehound jacket in the rainbow waterfall of youth (see? what the hell is that supposed to mean anyway?).
Remember the note some guy wrote about eating some plums? It got dissected and interpreted by every mood-making literature major seeking meaning in their absent lives. I’ve transcribed it here (without permission) for you to make more of than reasonable.
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.
OK, well, I’d like to take a stab at this “poetry” hogwash. Mine doesn’t mean anything other than what is exactly written, so don’t read anything into it … please! It is in the same style - it’s a “master copy” of that plum thing from above.
I have eaten
your peach
as you
requested
It was
in a word
quite
rotten
You should
get that looked
into
I think I’m sick
2 years ago