Ph: Bombard Us With Vitriolic Abuse Poem by Margaret Alice

Why didn’t you post a poem or two today,
what is this, a new campaign - Abstaining
From Entertaining And Educating Savage
Barbarians?

I’m so bored, I ate five chocolates in the
hopes that sugar overload would kill, but
I’m still here – project aborted -
I’ve looked at Sacred Geometry

Couldn’t find a mystical point to
delight and inform – next stop will
have to be David Blaine, but I’ve
exhausted him before…

My story characters could go explore
Atlantis, send messages in Morse
code – or maybe travel through
the portals to the planet Lyra

Feeling bereft of the acidic dose of
criticism that gives me indigestion
and once again, makes one realize
our demise is not far off

Why are you silent now,
when will you bombard us
with vitriolic abuse again,
though I refuse

To become the modern person
you see in all men and women,
I still need to coach my soul to
become a better thing

than it has been...The
silence is deafening;
hi sphinx, wake up,
and kick us in the
butt!