The Other End Of Analysis Poem by Caroline Bulleck

Why do you analyze me?
It's devastating to be torn apart
Taking every simile
Like being alive for an autopsy
I should stop this before
You get an idea to take my heart
Taking my metaphor
You walk over me. I've become a floor!
I don't care if it's used everyday,
It may be common, but don't take that part!
Hey, you'd better give back my cliche!
...And 'always do unto others' they say
I practically have anemia,
Why can't you leave me alone you old fart?
It is my onomatopoeia!
Ow, ow, ow, ow! Hey, stop yanking, will ya? !
You're not just analyzing me, you con
Hey, you know, I'm not clearance at Wal-mart!
Don't even look at my oxymoron!
I'll piously hate you for an eon!
If I had legs, I'd kick in your shin!
Oh, no! Get away from me! Don't you start!
Get your hands off of my allusion!
This Boston Massacre is a real sin!