To gently put it...

Its just an angry poem about a few people in my life

I speak with a sarcastic tounge

a serpant tailing every line

the ironic taste of my own thumb

as i remind you of your childish cries

you are the jester to my king

you are the half payed mexican

you are a ginger without a soul

you are everything i know

your lack of inteligence

it was spewed upon the first page

your entitled to your own thought

but your opinion is of that i scave

you are the caustic lies

defication to my mind

a dreaded path i turn

when i follow your every word

your verbal inebriation

is enough to cause a dui

i swurve out of the lanes

missed the exit to my own mind

Author's Note

This is actually written originally as a song.

Reviews

[Joseph M. Shea]

Well Dr. I could feel the fusation in the poam. Like you wore dealing with some one ,who had power, but no idea where you wore coming from. I'd be entressed to hear what it sounds like as a song, But you had some very strong moments there.
Take care and good luck with the book, I wouldn't worry about what people like to read, Most are sheep and well read what ever on the top selling list.

[Sydney]

Very interesting. Nice writing overall!

[Blackened Soul]

very nicely written. flows well, and i really like the way you described these people. very creative imagery. a lot of clever lines here i really enjoyed.

[Notthatkindof doc]

I'd be interested in what the tune of the song is. When I read poems (admittedly not particularly my genre) I always try to pull out a word or phrase that I find particularly clever for later. "Your verbal inebriation" is a really good turn of phrase.

Good writing sample.