I'll beat you bloody
with my bare bruised fists
you will hear me
as I scream
truth! truth! truth!
no matter what the truth
it's mine
you swine
grovel in submission
I am the super man
gainsay me if you can
when I say nothing.
My truth is mine,
you swine.
Every opinion is right and no-one could possibly be wrong.
Comments
Jess
Sounds like you are taking a leaf from my book,LOL!!
Full of defiance and rage, a superior rant, that seems to recommend tolerance at the end.
Lou
actually the end is sarcastic
some people's opinions-
whites are better than blacks
it's good to kill yellow people
women are less intelligent...
you get my drift.
jess
excuse my thickness
you have been getting so much better at reading the meaning
of poems lately, Rosi. I've meant to say so, you are obviously taking time and care and thinking about them, even though you claim to be lazy. But you missed the mark on this one.
I'm taking the piss out of any poet who claims to bravely tell the truth and get persecuted for it.
oh possum!
You know how much that means to me? Critiquing poetry is every bit as hard as writing it, and an awesome responsibility. We have had our differences but I know that you know what is really important. It's a struggle, and it's hard, but so is everything that counts.
Giving is the thing. And that's where some people completely fail, they refuse to give of their craft, skill and knowledge, then whine like a baby when they don't get feedback.