Open Poetry #41 |
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Hark |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Hark, what jingle in my pocket makes, What coins tinkle in their mixing From folded currency that breaks. Listen for they are echoes of bought That food for hunger’s fixing In nearby fast food joint t’was sought. Hark, what rumbling dies to quiet As it falls fast into acidic pools As ravenously I did just eat it Disregarding greased health warning And as that meat inside me does cool There sitting as ends the long morning. Gloom Oh, how does mirth overtake me. |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
it may not have been meant to but oh this made me laugh!!! ![]() |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
making me want a "Big Mac" which of course would never agree with me... (I empty my change so I don't jingle) ![]() M |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
This is cute, made me laugh. Ida |
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Bobby Jordan Member
since 2007-08-13
Posts 491Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Professor Gloom, This worked for me, until the last line. "There sitting as ends the long morning." I just can't understand how it fits with the rest. I'm dull. Bobby |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I was a bit surprised to see this brought up, so far from the past. Perhaps, I should write some more, But likely I would just confuse others. The last line as I remember it was more upon a personal note, I had been awake throughout the night and far into the morning. Not particularly unusual for me, but this eating was, due to the type. If memory serves me correctly, this was just before the establishment closed after many year of service. Gloom |
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