There were supposed to be other posts after my last one. But I ran into a sudden moving situation (no, no sudden eviction here; I just had to move out of my old home I knew I was going to move out of sooner than expected) right after my last entry that halted my writing mojo completely. I’m settled in my new home now, so to make up for the lack of entries around here, I present you more of my rhymes and lines that hits hard like strychnine. Calm your nerves instead of lashing it out on me, for let me soothe your shaken soul with some of my poetry. (Complete with watermarked pics to deter the plagiarizing bastards.)
I’ve been tapping into free-verse poetry, after reading some of it in an old anthology of the series “PMS: Poems, Memoirs, Stories.” It’s still not my style, so here’s my attempt at it…
Here’s a poem I wrote a couple years ago. Cell phone/tech slaves, devout Cosmopolitan readers, listeners of top 40 radio, and avid watchers of MTV/E! channel, leave RIGHT NOW, unless you want to be offended through satire. Assuming you understand the meaning of satire.
Mediocrity should never be celebrated, no matter what the hell you’re seeing in the media these days. In the same boat are so-called men who embody such shit. You know how I feel about them?
I hate lies! I hate lies! I’m not sure what is worse: some fools keeping up with their lies, or that some of us aren’t bothering to call these liars out, ’cause we’re preoccupied with other, more important things. (Like texting and taking selfies.)
This piece was inspired by an actual event. For once, I wrote about something that’s not about how bad society is getting or something salacious.
(No, I don’t actually drive a Jeep. But it’s hard to find a word that rhymes with Prius that would work in this poem.)
But then I go back to my old, subversive ways, without apologies.