You
lowly sack of
Bloated purple
fish guts,
Seething in
a
maggot onion
stew.
Like a horse drawn
Cart
of manure laden
dog food,
ground into tomato
rotten soup.
Your a manufactured piece of
Lava lipped excrement
Like the drippings
from a whore
After 20 sailor's through.
I wouldn't mind,
If before you died
Unmarked they
Buried you.
David, not too happy with someone, couldn't you have fit the daffodils, unicorns and butterflies in the last line? ? , Take it easy, Lynda xx
Strange...you hate someone`s guts, or? However, if I do not make efforts to translate it - it sounds pretty well - the selection of words by itself is well done :)
This is very funny I like how the title is misleading and how the gross words used draw you in 10 Ivor
Fabulous! ! Tremendous flow and remarkable self-restraint - the anger flows through like lava but I like how you put it into words instead, far more satisfactory! ! HG: -) xx
Eish! ! ! (which is a very african expression I have stolen to use rather than the f word) Well... what can I say - this is the first poem I have read of yours... it's just delightful David - lol..... actually it is! I had to deal with an absolutely awful person yesterday & I may have written something like this... if I had the guts :) Brilliant - 2/10... well it is gross... haha - kidding!
For some reason this poem reminds me of the following Shakespearean quote from King Henry VI part one (I think) . Instead of just calling Falstaff a fat liar, Princce hal calls him: 'A huge hill of flesh... A trunk of humours, that bolting-hutch of beastliness, that swollen parcel of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that stuffed cloak-bag of guts, that roasted Manningtree ox with the pudding in his belly' I'm guessing someone got your goat huh? Great run of vivid, venomous and vitriolic imagery... I'm sure the bard would be proud! jx
Great title. Has a feel like 'You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch' x 1000. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely amazing imagery, irony and comparrison, loved it David! Hey check out my poem 'Sir Cricket Finds Love' Have a good day, Loyd