Friday, October 30, 2009

Product of Boredom (i)

I thought I'd sit here and read.
But my limbs they're weary,
My eyes? They're teary.
I try to hold up, but I bleed.
I thought I'd sit here and read.

I thought I'd take a shot at peace.
But my features they're marred
And I'm spotty and scarred
And the wounds? They only increase.
I thought I'd take a shot at peace.

Sometime tonight I will break.
There's agony and there's pain
So it's time you were slain.
I will kill you to ease my ache,
Sometime tonight I will break.

I'll slap you and you'll be a smear.
Your innards will be juice,
Your wings will come loose.
This is ddmp, dye hear?
I'll slap you and you'll be a smear.


This poem is called To a Mosquito.
I discovered an online rhyming dictionary while writing it.
I think someone should hand me a Nobel right about now. OR volunteer to send this to TeleKids, I think I'll settle for the latter and shed a graceful tear somewhere along the way if it happens. No kidding.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Aaaaaaaargh! Even I think this is too gruesome...Even if it is what you intend to do to a mosquito.

Priyanka said...

What are you saying. It is a troo.