Joker

My first poem made completely out of double entendre. I've done many poems made completely out of rhyme, or more often, mainly. This is unfinished, but I'll get to it.

Weather or not I’ve got this world by the rains like a miscarriage, the hoarse shoe kicking it into high gear the machine gassed up to break bars like a train barge I’ve off the rails like a straightway peddle to the medal so I can say I walked the extra mile, and broken the record left with everyone second guessing like a minuteman dropping f-bombs on your hourly forecast-aways lost in an eye land of visionary’s who found a curve ball called it Noah' Arc and shipped it with an ipod to a strip mall streaming whitewater under the rafters of whet-stoners who got high on the rocks in the wavelength in the wake of a low blow taking a hit from the record and sample the heartbeat in the pitch black scream of circulatory surgical in the flatline of rhyme-scheming double meanings through the readings to the period in time where the big bang for your buck shot was dropping a dime on the quarterback cent to the loonie bin, where tips-see my point of birds eye view is a chicken-scratch on the surface of the record that leaves me on the hook of a straightjacket coming out of the closet to make room for the words I house with my vocabulary, raising the roof so I can floor you with the stares I get for being on my level, a foundation of change, I’m in for a penny, in for a pound, and I can’t weight to give you a lift, and help you shoulder the spine to hold your head high when you’re neck and neck in a face off, skin as thick as thieves is tongue and cheek, so spit like the card game and give them these hands even if you don’t deal with the devils, cause if you’re just a joker, we always have an ace up our sleeves

Author's Note

I promise I read every single review, and I generally will reply to them. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be happy to hear anything you feel needs sharing. Whenever you write on my shortcomings or breakthroughs, or the themes of my poems, or share ideas and friendly criticism, it decides my next poem to an extent. I will listen, learn and be thankful. And 99% of the time, you'll get a reply unless you're trolling me.

Reviews

[CLR9]

I reviewed you before, but a fat girl got mad at me and was like "if I can just interrupt here" and i was like why do you take yourself so seriously? Are we not all the same lego blocks, eh? ARE WE NOT THE SAME TERMINATOR FANS WE WERE IN THE 80s? Jesus.

I guess, no Vern. they just let him in.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

She's a friend of mine, please don't insult her. She just thought you were a little rude. Also you are welcome to review, just don't say stuff like that about her.

[CLR9]

I'm sorry. I'm just on edge if the new Terminator movie will be good or not.

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Seriously! You are in your senses right? You typed a sorry in the end and just then you're putting up a discussion about me here. We are same and that's the reason I take myself seriously. It was not kind of you. I don't feel insulted at all, people can be worse than this. And this is totally irrelevant as a review again.

[Willys Watson]

I like you free-thought imagery a lot here, filled with tidbits of metaphor and, as you suggested, double entendres. To label it poetry, even in it’s broadest definitions, might be a bit iffy. At best, as published here, it’s free-form. And, BTW, verse does not have to rhyme to be substantial. But, as I’m mentioned, I really like this.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

I’m really happy you found this enjoyable. I wanted to try something different, so this ended up being on the drawing board. I might try this again sometime, it was a lot of fun. Someday I will incorporate this style into parts of my future poems, and hopefully improve as a writer.