i'm not giving any more stars away ~ a shaky pedestal for Weirdelf

the first time i wrote this poem,
the internet gods were mad enough
to send it to oblivion
and then i just said *fuck it*.

the second time i tried i
didn't have anything to say except
the title and that was that
but i remembered a cat in the hat
is worth two birds in the bush

the third time i thought about writing
the poem i forgot what i was going to do
and went to bed, not angry, just tired
thinking there's just too much inside
my head to write down in any sense
of the word

so here i am, offering my 2 cents,
(which by the way, is not cheaper by
the dozen)
a fart in the wind, asking Neopoet
to lessen the sentence of one good man
who just happens to be an elf, weirdly
but in truth is a man of greater stature
than any words that could have and
did bring about
his downfall

there are no pedestals for humans
sound enough
for a man or woman to stand
on, shouting to the whole world
the ignorance and pettiness
of our egos. 
we all have clay feet,
and are not measured by the
inches we spite our own faces
when we whinny like a horse
with blinders, most folks know
better than to put the cart
before the horse,

you might be scratching your head
and wondering what in hell this has to
do with Jess, self-abdignation
and 5-star-awards posted,

suffice it to say, you're damned
if you do, and you're damned
if you don't
so you might as well do it and
take the consequences, and not
shout *kill them* to the jury of one's
peers

who never seem to see the finger
pointing back at them.


~Anna Ruiz/Kailashana