James Grengs

Rookie (10.31.86 / Attleboro, MA)

A Stapler

Poem by James Grengs

I thought I was talented,
Writing about vampires as much as I did.
In fact, I thought I could write poetry
About anything at all.
(It doesn't even have to rhyme, anymore-
God bless free verse)
But I was wrong.
Because while sitting at my desk,
Searching for inspiration,
My eyes lighted on a stapler.
I tried valiantly,
Hoping for even a verse,
But I found none
Within me.
Staplers are purely practical,
Likely prosaical,
But certainly not at all poetical.

Comments about A Stapler by James Grengs

  • Michael Shepherd (11/14/2004 3:02:00 PM)

    hey, staplers ARE vampires, in disguise... they sit there waiting for the day they can draw your blood, NIP, when you're refilling them...watch out, James...(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Grey (11/13/2004 9:16:00 PM)

    And this relates to life how...?(Report)Reply

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  • . . (11/12/2004 3:39:00 PM)

    This is a product of the ole'' saying when life gives you lemons (or staplers) ....u know.
    I still like it. :)(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 12, 2004