Bad Seed
It's such a shame
Can't find it in herself,
Puts all that blame
on the likes of someone else.
She'd never think
To look inside
Not even blink
The girl knows how to hide...
She thinks she's so sensitive
All those times she cried
Alone in her room,
Whispered goodbyes
As her tears roll down
From "little lost martyr girl" eyes
Alternating ass-kicker attitude
Demanding tribute
with usual platitude
Don't expect any thanks,
Only frustration
With scowl and sneer,
She fakes gratitude
That's all you'll get
From this little creation
Of the ever growing population
From the petulant products
Of the "Gimme Generation!"
Apr 19, 2012
Bad Seed
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Another poem for the manuscript; "Mirror/rorriM" please be free with your suggestions. Thanks, Cat
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
Dear Lonnie,
The poem is about my great neice, who my sister raised (with no values what-so-ever) She is spoiled rotten and has never had any real discipline. She irritates the hell out of me. As she has no respect for anything or anyone. Thanks for reading an commenting.
always, Cat
lol
has someone peeved you cat?
such a true write though... this generation of which you speak ... i wonder where the fault lies ... where the mistake happened...
one thing i would suggest - imho it would read easier and clearer if you divided it into stanzas - gives the reader time to pause between thoughts...
love judy
\xxxxx
Dear Judy,
LOL! Yes a certain someone has provoked this piece. I explained it to Lonnie, above. And I see it in so many of the younger generation... I call them "the gimme generation" because of their self-centeredness (selfish natures) I'll see what I cn do for breaking this into verses. Thanks!
always, Cat
A significant truth
of adolescence
Dear Jess,
And what a spoiled rotten generation it is :) Thanks, Jess.
always, Cat
when did you meet my daughter
when did you meet my daughter?
.
by reading you
The true poet can not hide themselves.
Dear P.
I almost choked with laughter after reading your response! ROFLMAO! Thanks for reading and responding!
always, Cat
Dear P.
somehow my response got put down below!
After a late age
seeds do sour
tc
lovely poetry