Teen Poetry #6 |
Title? What title? |
Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
A cancer of irrelevance has being growing in his head from which he gnaws blackened chunks spitting them out in duplicate. His is a bitter and distasteful cant, glossed with defeat and artifice, Which cannot be banished or diminished merely polished clean. He attempts to filter thought from bias and realizes that all is sophistry. He concludes that he must change And crashes against his atavism He is pre-programmed to abide He is trained to sit and whine Perhaps we expect too much of him For I do believe he is but a dog. Ah, yes his name is Rover: Superscooper Philosopher. There should be a psychology of feet. For do we not make decisions with our legs and walk about on our brains? What do you mean "No, not really"? [This message has been edited by Triskaidekaphobia (03-04-2003 03:07 AM).] |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
I really really liked this one. The ending confused me though. I didn't quite get the sort of philosopher he was. I loved the way you wrote this though. Very good style. More -j- Look at the sun and burn your eyes. You'll be fine in the end. |
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