Poetry F*g

All credit to Paul Francis for the fist two lines, the rest is original.

So i guess I'm just a poetry f*g

acting gay in his black beret,

but I'm really more of a castaway.

 

Who has drifted so far astray

from the mainstream.

 

That I have learned  the secret ways to train dreams

to dance, and sing,  and entertain.

 

So give me your pleasure,

I'll show you my pain.

 

But that wouldn't be an even exchange

in these twisted games

 

of riddles and slang,

and I don't mean to make your weak mind strain,

But your head is so full that it needs a drain.

 

It's full of tears, the floor will rot.

Your nose will run with viscous snot,

and out will flow your every thought.

 

And who will know what you have lost

without my poems to tally cost.

You commit a neural holocaust

 

with every tear that you don't shed,

with every fear, with every dread

with every word that's left unsaid.

 

I may be deep but at least I'm not dead.

Author's Note

I'm not in love with the ending. I usually speak this one out loud with kind of a jerky, start-stop rhythm.
The first two lines are from the Sage Francis song cafe girl. I just liked them.

Reviews

[Gossamerwings36]

I really enjoyed it, I loved the flow, I loved the words.. so very true.

[Solitary Existence]

This was really good. The only thing that threw me off a little was the lack of punctuation. It all seemed rushed, like it was being spoken in one breath. But the message is very clear. Nice.