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Wretched Scalawags
People can be like maggots,
Crawling all over you,
Eating the remnants
Of whatever you produce,
To try and make you something
They feel you should be,
Critical of every move,
Jealous of every accomplishment,
Exhausted from their lack,
Wanting to be a friend,
Lusting to be a lover,
Eroding your energy feild,
And filling you with empty praise,
To satisfy their gluttonous,
Insatiable desire
For something more,
And what is more?
More than what?
Less than who?
And why is it important?
I don't get life right now,
I just don't get some people,
I think it must be age.
comment on the poem 'Wretched Scalawags'
I feel delicate to appreciate your poem as you have said in one of the lines 'And filling you with empty praise, To satisfy their gluttonous, insatiable desire'. Nevertheless, the poem conveyes the message 'As you get older, you find it difficult to cope up with people!. I take it.
Good poem. Quite expressive you are.
Ben
Thank You
Glad you were able to get something from it, and share that with me, Ben.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Yeah
It's age, and maggots ~~A~~
LOL!
LOL!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "