ODE TO WRITERS CAFE ''wheres my story?''A Poem by European Drifterprotest
Three or four months I twisted my brain, a story to enchant, to amuse, to enthrall A story of courage, of madness and truth..something I have wanted to do, right from my youth
I stayed up all night, and out the words came, then edited carefully...you did the same. I published on writers cafe, like the rest.. A proudness ascendeded , had it passed the test?
The first time Id written and it seems the last too, cos I didnt keep copies , cos I trusted you. You lost it you tossers, and sent me a mail.. were sorry weve lost it, through my heart was a nail.
Its gone now, forever, my mistake not to keep, but in you I am restless and now I cant sleep. There are words, used like bollocks or wanker or c**t but the person who lost this needs a boot up his front.
Ill be back to finish and i dont need a copy , cos this is all s**t and like you it is sloppy.
© 2008 European Drifter |
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Added on March 20, 2008 AuthorEuropean DrifterStratford on Avon. UK, United KingdomAbouthttp://www.myspace.com/europeanpublicationsGet Your Own Scratch more.. |