Ode To Poetry
Hurry! These words could make or break,
Be quick to create, before they dissipate.
At this rate, it'll all be too late.
This sudden spate of fate will deflate.
But keep on pumping, the thoughts are still thumping,
Your mind is dry humping while your heart is pumping.
Desperate to make something with your deep, dark dumping,
You force rhymes for these lines to prevent the rhythm from slumping.
And now your poem is writing itself, isn't that neat?
A self-descriptive, mostly pointless literary feat.
These words can't justify their existence - they're obsolete.
But you empathise with them because their honesty is sweet.
So feed your new pets with all the words in your world.
A flag of love, peace, respect and resonance is unfurled.
And yet now, as the penultimate line is uncurled,
Your brain is bemused at all the nonsense it's hurled!
Be quick to create, before they dissipate.
At this rate, it'll all be too late.
This sudden spate of fate will deflate.
But keep on pumping, the thoughts are still thumping,
Your mind is dry humping while your heart is pumping.
Desperate to make something with your deep, dark dumping,
You force rhymes for these lines to prevent the rhythm from slumping.
And now your poem is writing itself, isn't that neat?
A self-descriptive, mostly pointless literary feat.
These words can't justify their existence - they're obsolete.
But you empathise with them because their honesty is sweet.
So feed your new pets with all the words in your world.
A flag of love, peace, respect and resonance is unfurled.
And yet now, as the penultimate line is uncurled,
Your brain is bemused at all the nonsense it's hurled!
[ Entry posted at: Tue 15 Jan 2008 21:14:16 UTC | 1 comment(s)... | Cat: Happy ]
glitterjunkie writes:
If only you could get S Club 7 could put this to music. Particularly the second verse.
[ Fri 01 Feb 2008 12:36:27 UTC ]