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dissatisfaction
a word I just made up? to describe the rot that has infested my brain cells and the lack of originality there recently it is the fear all writers fear most dull plodding sameness dull plodding pedantry I have lost my jack boots can't kick a line out of the park no more dark lines for the ditty girl here maybe I can stoke the engine of aggravation that is usually what gets things going again some rotten monster of emotion like anger/abandonment/sadness/fear all of them on knees creeping together very near unmanageable and all very bad children making good poetry everyone thinks emotions are such very bad things "bad" being a word which is utterly meaningless but bandied about like salt and pepper to flavor yet rendering the language and the listener unable to guess at the meaning and the message so, what is my point today... for when a writer who most assuredly wants to say something of great import he/she often finds the reader nodding off into his/her beer or buying another coffee or deliberately skipping certain words in lovingly worded sentences true, there are times I feel manipulated that i am some crackpot but, what if I were simply not paying attention and I was manipulating you playing my readers like a cat toy awww that wouldn't be nice, now would it well this poem is covering the gambit of things and it isn't a poem but a rant or a ramble of sorts oh, I see, no one likes a Challenge or a Challenger or One who wears Smart Pants. suddenly I am feeling very satisfied. ahhhhh. /////////////////////////////////// Yes, this is a rant of sorts, a little Tuesday morning exercize for the fingers. You may have enjoyed or you may have been annoyed? Copyright October 7, 2014 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author Meloo/Melissa A Howells Straight from Her Tilt-a-World Vote for this poem |
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