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Constipation
Life can be hard
With no time
No time to be a bird
I staged a mime
Carrying a placard
You were in your prime
And they said it was a crime
Because it didn't rhyme
Madam I'm
Adamant
And what I want
Is him
Put some cream
On the lives that are hard
Put some dreams
Into the hearts that are sad
I'm unable to scream
But I'll still be heard
Madam I can't
Remember to forget that I want
Only him
With no time
No time to be a bird
Free from the bars of rhyme
And reason
And empty words
'Tis the season
For constipation
And contemplation
And for committing treason
Against your own cherished dreams
Just so you can be on the same team
As him
Damn! I'm mad
Madam I am mad
Am I mad?
I am.
Each time I read this poem
Each time I read this poem aloud, the imagery and ideas shift for me. Very well done!
Hmmmm...
I'm glad you enjoyed it! Your comment has made me read this poem several years after I wrote it. I remember I just wrote it in a stream of consciousness manner. I consider it to be one of my nonsensical poems lol! I think this is the beauty of poetry. Each reader sees a different meaning from a poem - even if the poet who wrote the poem was just playing around with words :-) Thank you for reading and commenting!
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nice real nice
this piece may be applied to many
aspects of life metaphorically speaking
this was well enjoyed reading
Much Respect, One Love