Six Feet and Counting

I pick I pry

I point out the things

That make no sense

 

We say we do

We repeat ourselves

But do we ever hear the tune

 

Someone once said,

Describing themselves as a doctor,

That, ‘I can be a therapeutic dick’

And someone else replied

‘Some people need that.’

 

So I said, ‘A therapeutic dick?’

 

But that doesn’t matter either

 

Only that I love my sarcasm

And I love to listen

And pipe up at times

Just to point out an interesting thought

 

But the other day

Someone caught on to my game

They told me I was digging my grave

Deeper

And Deeper

 

They told me I should be wary of what I say

 

And my response was,

‘Really, if I’m digging my grave

I prefer to whistle while I work.’

Then smiled and walked away

 

Now where are my mice?

06/24/2012

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Reviews

[Laura Maidah]

It reads like Silverstein. Some added dissonance, even total guttural sounds, might add to the tone of your poem. Just a suggestion. It's a great read.

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Hahahaha!!! This is a brilliant piece. I don't know what to say. I just can't stop laughing. At the blog where I write (as you know), this is precisely what I do. Sometimes, it needs to be done so that people are alert. That's my royal justification. :P I loved this post. Hail sarcasm. :)