Friday, July 26, 2013

The Shearing

I won't care how sharp the knife
and unsanitary conditions shan't disturb
when I shave you out of my life
and shove your ass out to the curb.

4 comments:

  1. Scott DartSunday, July 28, 2013 9:29:00 AM

    I *love* this poem. It is very nursery-rhyme-esque, and like nursery rhymes, it sounds humorous and makes the reader smile at first, until one thinks about the underlying somber message beneath the whimsical rhyme.

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    1. Thing TwoWednesday, July 31, 2013 7:42:00 AM

      Thanks, Scott. I've been reading a lot of Billy Collins lately. His poetry is very simple, and yet ... wow. After Dorothy Parker, he's probably my favorite poet.

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  2. Jeffrey BrunkSunday, August 11, 2013 12:03:00 AM

    Simple, direct and poignant. And a bit scary. I love it.

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    1. Thing TwoMonday, August 12, 2013 6:44:00 AM

      Hey stranger! Long time no comment. ;)

      Yes, I enjoy exploring my scary side. It's a nice release. Keeps me out of prison.

      Thanks, my friend!

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