J.I. Stuart

The Principle

The Principle stood up;
He's grown in stature over time
It's not like he wanted to, you know, but
his forced tribulations have caused this
Strife

The Principle strode through the door
Ready to take on the World
He's grown-up, matured, overnight, yet
He already feels withered and
Old

The Principle stares into the belly of
The Monster looming large
He shouts and screams and kicks until
He's the one in
Charge

Now what good has all of this resolved?
Life brings many troubles
Yet He is all but a metaphor, for
My very own
God Damned Morals.

Poem Submitted: Friday, August 5, 2005

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Comments about The Principle by J.I. Stuart

  • Ritika Mane (8/6/2005 9:50:00 AM)

    Love the way something can get out of hand.. it doesn't mean to, and you don't mean for it to either- just one of those things, I suppose.

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  • Theorem ThetruthserumTheorem Thetruthserum (8/5/2005 9:42:00 AM)

    Very good depiction of a principle

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