
12-12-2007, 10:31 PM
This one was written based on a dear Amy news article
Dear Amy
I have a question
You see that needs to
Be answered truthfully.
My family is rude and my
Kids never listen They all
Do not care about how I feel
Or how what they’re doing is
So mean to me. It does not matter
That it is in fact their own lives
Or that I shouldn’t not get mad
On wedding days simply because
I paid. Yet I am and now I ask for
Justification for my anger. So please
Tell me what I want to hear, that they’re
Rude and mean and shouldn’t do such
Things. But when I finally read your
Answers left for me in print. I cannot
Help but cringe at the way you seem
To portray my feelings as wrong and
Selfish. So instead I’ll go ask dear Abby.
This is one based on miscommunication, written in iambic pentameter
Silence
The words I say will fall on your deaf ears,
Never to convey their truth before they
Return to the emptiness of my soul
Will you ever understand me and set
Me free from who you think I need to be,
Never could I live up to your image
Of a person who bends backwards for all
Of your impossible wants and needs, I
Want to run and leave those lies that you shout
and then you will know how it feels when all
The words you say will fall on my deaf ears
If you look at this one, it's actually supposed to look like a slot machine
The
Slot machine is calling
to me again, begging,
begging to be used and
played with like a cheap
dime store whore over
and over again. Until I
am finally spent. Give
me a spin it says. finally
I give in and pull out a
quarter pop it in and
watch, waiting to win
7- 7-
Yesyesyes YESSS!
7- 7- BAR
I wait for a second and
hope the true tones of
the quarters falling will
fill my ears and pockets
only to realize I’ve won
Nothing
Oh well
I Better
try once
more
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