i imagine i need not name names...we are mere observers...


My Take

So it seems a big boy wants
His secrets kept.
He merely snaps his fingers usually
And all his poodles dance daintily.
Usually... yet times can change.

One of the big boys toys
Was naughty and not hushed
And pushed and pushed informatically
And another boy ran away
And tattle-tailed on the big boy.

The big boy is so pissed off
He is falling over backwards
To punch the other boy whilst not
Looking to see who puppy-tailed
Him to begin with.
Too busy singing his mantra
To see his bullying nature.

It seems we can never leave the playground...
We can't even stop the in-fighting.

And my dads bigger than your dad!













Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-08 at 00:56

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, we know who he is, and he's being punched. Well done.
2010-12-12


ngaio Beck
I'm not privy to any "inside" meanings this piece may have but I think it is wonderful social commentary,
By the way,my dad wears Givenchy better'n yours does.
2010-12-08


countryfog
Much more intriguing (and effective) without naming names. There is another poetry site (unnecessary to name) where the forum has become so puerile and vitriolic that all the "adults" have left. I'm a refugee myself.
2010-12-08


NicholasG
I wonder if they know we exist? I mean other than our collective pil burning. I doubt that that they are so much worried as they are miffed at losing face and showing how amateur the goings on behind the wiz's curtain are :-)
...names? hmmm What names?
Nick
2010-12-08