Angeline
Poet Chick
- Joined
- Mar 11, 2002
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Sour grapes pudding
Crush to a fine powder the metaphor
rainbow angst of your madness era.
Blend to a paste with any cliché,
the tears of lost first love will do nicely here.
Roll to the thickness of a bold critique
and cut into rounds of platitudes
designed to hide what you're really thinking.
Bake the whole thing for a week or more,
then slice when cold and pass around
when next you feel challenged or maligned.
This is a fine, if sour lol, piece of writing. There's not much that needs fixing to my eye. Maybe take out the "first" in line four, which made me stumble a bit, reading it, like an extra unnecessary word. Otherwise it's really solid imo.