Bad Poetry on a Blustery Day

I'll find you, Miss Mouse, one day, in your airless
Room with all the other rodents writing stupid
Verse, convinced that willful incoherence
Proves its utterer profound. The lot of you
Deserve to feel the snap of steel across
Your necks, but I'm benign. I'll play the piper,
Reach your room with fitting fury, throwing
Open shade and window, so you'll see
The autumn sun inflame the tree's remaining
Leaves. You'll hear the wind's rush, and you'll
Feel it. You'll wish for your winter coats,
And, as your explorations scatter, I will shout,
"This is the world! Learn it! Live in it,
You fools, before you try to write."

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-10-25 at 00:38

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Sounds like you need to "leave the building". Stir crazy? Much enjoyed.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
An invitation to live life and not to cower in a room is what I feel from this angry poem full of longing.