2084

By JoseHdz

Wed, 01 Sep 2010

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3 comments

“He loved Big Brother.”
--George Orwell; 1984.

…sometimes:
If I haven’t
Turned
On
The
Television set
For about two
Or three
Weeks
I begin
To feel
As if
I am
Going
Insane.

Certificate U

Poem

Western

Comments

ah, you've marked this poem

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Wed, 2010-09-01 20:16

ah, you've marked this poem as a 'western' so we expect a shootout.

haha.. i thought it would be

Permalink Submitted by JoseHdz on Fri, 2010-09-03 02:54

haha.. i thought it would be amusing. i felt sorry for that "western" option.. i mean has anyone ever written a "western" poem on this site.. here's a western one so no one feels cheated: Pistols and Cigarettes: Proud horses Kick up the sour dust On the island of my prairie Bathing the brim of my weathered hat Like light rain Causing me to regroup And immediately Chug Whiskey Consecutively Nostalgically Sarcastically Simply Till the rustic saddle weakens And I need a flashy French scarf Just to adapt To the Shift In the once obstinate Western winds: Cowboys don't exist. :)

Well they have now. Well

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Wed, 2010-09-01 23:14

Well they have now. Well done. Deserves a cherry.