average gina
Really Really Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 1, 2004
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I know the point I wanted to make. I know what I was feeling when I wrote this. Now that I've looked at it, this really bites. Is there anyone that would want to tell me what's wrong with it or rephrase this somehow? I will admit, this is the worst poem I have ever written. Here it is:
I gotta take out the garbage.
The maggots are fat like rice cakes
Squirming an uneven dance inside
No rhythm, just movement
Their beige entities churning for no real reason.
I gotta take out the garbage.
The TV screen rattling with no color
Just black and white pixels
Moving randomly seeking nothing
Just various lights moving about purposelessly.
I gotta take out the garbage.
The dust accumulates, settling on a barrier
From hitting the ground, hoping to be roused
Back up into the air to float yet again
Or to be Swiffered away.
I gotta take out the garbage.
The maggots have to be thrown out
The channeling must be changed
The dust must be cleared
From inside me.
I gotta take out the garbage.
The maggots are fat like rice cakes
Squirming an uneven dance inside
No rhythm, just movement
Their beige entities churning for no real reason.
I gotta take out the garbage.
The TV screen rattling with no color
Just black and white pixels
Moving randomly seeking nothing
Just various lights moving about purposelessly.
I gotta take out the garbage.
The dust accumulates, settling on a barrier
From hitting the ground, hoping to be roused
Back up into the air to float yet again
Or to be Swiffered away.
I gotta take out the garbage.
The maggots have to be thrown out
The channeling must be changed
The dust must be cleared
From inside me.