Mud PuppetA Poem by Zack BurtonConformity? Break the mold.
There are so many flakes on the ground this time of year
Flakes of dirt, not snow, nor frozen chunks of rain Crusty as that fat kid's nose back in the fourth grade Try to remember the fourth grade, now You used to sit in the room, icicle-still behind your desk Floor, freezer-cold, stern like permafrost beneath your feet I know how you felt back then, still feel like today (Because you're sitting in your office all the same) Like clay in the knotted fist of God Crunching, kneading There's never an end to it No matter how long you live and how much you fight The big b*****d's still doing it Squishing the f**k out of you It's just like they say back in grade school: "Every day you learn something new" Every day you take a new squeeze, rhyme a new line Back then you loved rhymes, wrote little acrostics chocked full of them But now you done lost the patience for them Dirt-poor dumbass sitting in your office chair Ice-cold AC blowing CFCs in your face Don't you just want out of the cycle? Listen to yourself You're just frozen their, mouth stiff with frostbite Pound your feet on the dusty trail again And be just like me No rhythm No rhyme A mud pioneer © 2011 Zack BurtonAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 21, 2011 Last Updated on April 21, 2011 AuthorZack BurtonFelicity, OHAboutHowdy, folks, I'm Zack Burton. I already have two accounts on this site, but seeing as I'm utterly dissatisfied with them both, they should be closed by now. I'm much more of a poet than a short s.. more..Writing
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