My brother posted a poem "Bad Guy Things" on his blog. My brother is a GREAT writer. I pale in comparison to his talents. Really. You should read his stuff. Follow the link to Mr. Fweem's Blog. That's him.
Anyway, Brian posted a poem, so I'm going to, too. This is my newest poem.
99% Truth, 1% Polysorbate-80
by Maaike Davidson
“Have you met the man of your dreams, yet?” He asked.
HE asked.
Stupid-ass man. He was the man of my dreams.
WAS.
“I just keep thinking about what might have been.” He said.
About her.
Stupid-ass man. He always forgets that I’m hoping for the present.
HOPING.
Neither one of them are right.
For me.
Stupid-ass man that I’m looking for has blue eyes.
BLUE.
“How do you know that?” You ask.
YOU ask.
Stupid-ass question. I know because of Poly.
POLYSORBATE-80.
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