Friday, May 25, 2012
riches to rags
i once wrote on the tops of trees,
i shouldn't have, it was dangerous.
swaying, swaying, swaying, dizzying.
they say you should only write on
what you know, so try to find
inspiration in the bottoms of
barrels. they say avoid comma
splices, and not
finishing,
a line they say
never misspell anything.
the rest is all relative.
they say "I have grey hair, and there-
fore I know more, and know what for!"
they say avoid repetition, well
they used to say that, but
everyone knows that every
ten years the new "they's"
come out to play-and then the rules change.
make sure you read up on this.
they say "wahoo-wahoo-yip-yip"
they say improve your vocabulary.
they say wait in single file,
they say "shush, be quiet!"
they say "who asked your opinion?"
they say "rags to riches."
they say " yield, this is a one way road!"
they say "never riches to rags,
impossible! impossible! unheard of!"
they never remember anything,
even though they were there.
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