I'm usually happy...tonight not so much
Not the man I used
to be…No more trust…
or faith
Rests inside of me
A bitter man
I’ve come to be
Devoid of faith
or charity
An empty vessel
A hollow shell…
poisonous as
A tainted well
A blank canvas
A sterile page
A muted man
of monstrous rage
I hate the world
That tacky stage
I hate the words
upon this page
I hate ugly words
Like snot and cooty
I guess you could say
That I’m kinda moody
No I’m not the man
I used to be
But it could be worse…
You could be me!
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David,
From the title of this poem I know you were the poet.
I can't be you but I wouldn't mind being the poet in you.
As for "snot" and "cooty", as you know, I can think of worse ugly words. But the words you chose are ugly enough to make your point -- and not so ugly as to detract from your point.
Very fine poem.
raggindragon
Rag, you're right...
David o Whalen about the choice of ugly words. I could have used much uglier ones. but that would have constituted pandering for hits, and that's a way of gettin' hits that's way too easy for me. I'd rather get less, and feel that I've earned the one's I get. Thanks for an insightful comment as always. truly appreciate ya! (and do my titles really give me away?)