I'm not here to produce poetry
It's time for random venting
Like brown paper bag threatening to burst with heat
I need to slide open the bag and let out the steam
Like microwaved extra butter and caramel popcorn
I need to let the steam carry the tempting smell that's born
Away from me...miles away into heaven
Into the nostrils of someone more deserving
Who will get up and pursue that which I let out
And when he finds it...will dip his hands and scout
Into caramel-glazed popcorn and have a fill...
Of my microwaved sweetness
While I stand back and be the witness
So this probably makes no sense at all
Doesn't have to, it's the law
Of venting...it has to be crap
I need to let out before i snap!
Tonight I'm not in the mood
To sit behind my loom
And weave jumbled-up words...
All throughout, hoping it takes away my hurt
I'm in the mood to vent
......and this is how far I went
wow! very dramatic and action packed. Turn on nerves
ReplyDeleteexcellent rhymes... Great piece..
ReplyDeleteei! you were right...it makes no sense at all!... but it's a great piece though. i wonder how you managed to rhyme in such a mood... that is the true mark of a natural poet; she rhymes even when she's venting.
ReplyDeleteyeah i read it again...lol...it makes no sense. i didn't even really vent out anything. i was probably venting about venting!
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