In the liquorice house

In the liquorice house

A Poem by don't know

In the liquorice house 
there is a liquorice clock 
which beats out liquorice time.

In the liquorice house 
there are liquorice chairs 
on which liquorice people sit.

In the liquorice house 
there are liquorice books 
which liquorice people read.

In the liquorice lobby 
liquorice jackets hang 
with empty liquorice sleeves. 

© 2014 don't know

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very interesting piece...and those empty sleeves...arms missing that would want to hold others...sometimes those elitists can feel quite lonely...

the in-crowd feels left out...
reminds me of a sheryl crow lyric..."im a stranger in my own life"

well that is where this took of my favorites i have read here in sometime.


Posted 9 Years Ago

don't know

9 Years Ago

Thanks for you critique always appreciate reviews from more experienced poets than I.
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don't know

9 Years Ago

Should add high praise indeed thank you.
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Added on July 18, 2014
Last Updated on July 18, 2014