Life

Life's meaningless, the bitch don't rhyme!
So poetry's a waste of time,
but still the poison pumps and pours,
and bares its breasts like worthless whores.

Love's languishing, and faith's no more,
mere mindlessness from shore to shore
sails on, with junk, containers crammed
with costly crap: we’ve all been scammed!

Life's fading fast, for me at least,
so soon, this shit will all have ceased
to bother me or piss me off:
at least I've one more beer to quaff.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: feel-good days

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Buxton, Derbyshire., GBR

Comments

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4 months 3 weeks ago

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Triskelion

4 months 3 weeks ago

At least...

...you're honest..in all, I prefer your poems regarding love and other pastoral subjects. Your meter is generally better in those.... that's my fart in the wind.

Thomas

Blue-eyed Bolla

4 months 3 weeks ago

Life

I totally agree with you. I prefer my love poems. Oh muse, where art thou?

Geezer

4 months 3 weeks ago

your muse has left the room. Probably having a hissy fit over something not even your fault. Like you didn't attend the latest lecture on great female poets or some such similar transgression. Don't worry, she'll be back as soon as the warm weather, short skirts and sandals come out. Yes, your scansion leaves something to be desired, but in view of it not being exactly your cup of tea... Geez.
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