Rock Bottom

Solving anagrams like anvils stretched with lace

invisible ink between the gaps spell    leave me some space

a dangling modifier on the end of a fraying string theory

Stupid me, I just keep looking up

Can't write a poem to save my life now

but my life was saved when I made it take a bow

cuz that s**t will feed your sadness and skew your madness

as the smart set looks on into your soul

Following muses and parroting phrases mindful of my plagiarism

but the economy crashed on my lonely island of egalitarianism

where recession turned depression turned acceptance of fate

and then, of course, yet another plot twist

Emotional taxation without representation 

for this I defile virtue without justification

and from its entrails spills a poem such as this one

Stupid me, I just keep looking up

Reviews

[dw817]

You could always do what I do, lass. I learned to speak and write, quite simply, not by following a set of rules or regulations, but by watching other people. Reading other peoples' works when I was in my teens.

Absorbing all I could. Today I spell accurately only cause of knowing what I've seen in books, and when I see a difficult word spelled the same way each time in one of those writings - I know that THIS is the correct way to spell it - or THIS is the correct way for it to grammatically make sense.

If you are find that reading rules and mechanics on how to write is difficult, take a little time out - and just read a good book - and see how they do it.

Hope This Helps !