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Date Posted: 18:19:06 11/29/00 Wed
Author: Jjaz
Subject: Poems Are Unfair

Poems are like the little anomalies
that float through space.
Every once and a while,
I'll be standing there
minding my own damn business
and one of these things will hit
me right square on the head
Know this!
They are just like the first rain drops
of a rain shower
You will see one land over here
then over there and
then right on the head.
Bam!
Now you know it is going to rain."
They then proceed to penetrate my skull
and fill my mind with all
sorts of BS
I can't think of anything else.
So there goes all the partying,
the dancing,
the drinking,
and all the other plans I had.
Great!
My hands start trembling
and I find myself
stealing pencils.
And don't even mention
computer or keyboard!
The real issue that I have
with these galactic projectiles,
is that I have to try and interpret
their meaning
and put the damn thing into some kind
of poetic prose.
Shit!
With my limited vocabulary,
I'm doomed
I can't work,
I lose sleep.
What the hell else can I do?
Well, Thank God!
Eventually they move out through my fingertips
and on their senseless merry way.
Leaving me with this well meaning
and somewhat illegible poem.
Thanks a lot!
You Bastards!
I try to avoid them when I can.
Sneaky little shits.

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