Guilty Pleasures

I take a look
Up from my book
To see a horror scene

And I don't even blink
Or dare stop an think
To look away from the obscene

And the people, they fly
And the passengers cry
As the pedestrians try
To dial nine-one-one.

But I just sit and stare
'Cause I don't really care
If the people inside are still there
Or if they're all gone.

While I'm sure you think it's strange
You know, I'm not deranged
Though I feel sad that it's the end of their time
It's not so bad that it's a guilty pleasure of mine....

Author's Note

I understand that the rhythm's a little messed up; any suggestions on how to fix it?
This came to me as a thought I had in a conversation with Vicky. And yes, watching car crashes is a guilty pleasure of mine. They're just so horrible you can't look away, y'know? But I'm not as insensitive as I appear to be in the poem. It's a little gory, if you think about it, lol.

Reviews

[¥Miss.¥ §M..]

Really good, I like this very much and I do get what you mean! It really is tragic, very well written, I love this one. You are talented, keep it up :)

[roarke]

how to "fix" it? save this draft, compose another, rinse repeat.

As I've learned in this small town, "book learnin' don't teach ya everything."

after all, we are what we eat.....
"It's not what you want that makes you fat, it's what you get."

"Experience is what you get, when you don't get what you want."

gory, meh.

[Tai Ryens]

What gory photo's this placed in my mind, haha, Nice one, I like how you ended it. And true, you can't really look away from a car crash.

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Stuff like that appeals so greatly to me XD we're just weirdos lol