I must have nothing to say.
My words are as meat for the grinder,
Chewed up and spat on the ground
In lifeless heaps for dogs to sniff.
One cur might take a tentative nip
At the mound, then retreat
To his master's ankles.
But most ignore the meat,
Too lean for picky palates.
I would that one would snatch the pile,
Swallow it whole
And choke on nothingness.
MARKY!!! I did not even know you had a blog and you started before it even became cool. That makes you super cool! I do hope you post something again...
ReplyDeleteI will give The Book Thief a try-I do love a good book. Thanks!
Hey Lizzy-beth. Inspired by my sisters, I will pay more attention to my old blog. I love reading both yours and Matt's.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, this original post was written in anger after a news reporter said, "You must have nothing to say," and hung up on me after trying to put words in my mouth to fit his preconcieved position on an issue.
ReplyDeleteVenting via poetry. Works for me.