Ode to a Lump of Green Putty I Found Under My Armpit One Midsummer Morning |
mister9a
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I love that book =)
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We used to be men,
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running the world behind a desk,
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keeping the country safe
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protecting families,
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friends,
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ourselves.
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but,
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before we were men,
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We were boys,
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waltzing through the narrow
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streets, simple choir boys
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standing outside the church;
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players of tag
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eaters of pie.
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And before we were boys,
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we were gods,
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shining brightly in
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the blackest sky.
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And before that,
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before our brilliant
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omnipotence -
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we were the dirtiest filth
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crowding both
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the back of their minds and
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the torn kingdoms of the
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world,
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shouting at the stars
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cursing at the sky
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wanting what they had.
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And as our mortality
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wore thin we struggled
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for life thrusting swords
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firing cannons
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shooting guns
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dropping bombs.
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After all of the
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hustle'n'bustle
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there wasn't that much left
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for us in the filth.
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7 Feb 07 |
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38 is an unneccessary cliche, the last stanza reads better without this line. but it's a nice poem. well done.
— unknown
and spell check
— unknown
edited.
— mister9a
ShelbyS is a bitch. Pass it on.
— unknown
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— dreamingg
I love this poem. I just love it. it's so sincere and just completely true.
the "players of tag/ eaters of pie" made me smile.
strong, sweet words and a solid conclusion, which makes the reader think; great work!
— sparrow
I was wondering what book you're referring to though (?).
— sparrow
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's hilarious. and inspiring, though not for this poem.
— mister9a
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