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Jun 13, 2007 0:03:32 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 13, 2007 0:03:32 GMT -5
yesterday i craved fame and became a poet not knowing that fame prevents one from going to the hamburger joint on a whim on a saturday evening then to the cinema to watch gone with the wind.
perhaps i should not have plucked the tongue of the politician and sowed it among pines, hoping it would sprout a bush of red roses.
my action caused quite a silent stir and i stood no chance with the jury. Now famous as I have become they will not let me out of jail at least not until i grow old and senile.
who would have said that age and senility would be a last chance for me?
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Jul 9, 2007 9:14:15 GMT -5
Post by Shell on Jul 9, 2007 9:14:15 GMT -5
This made me smile - such wry humour describing a system gone awry perhaps ...
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Jul 9, 2007 9:19:42 GMT -5
Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 9, 2007 9:19:42 GMT -5
this was a quick write and not considered by me as a mainstream poem just a bit of fun i suppose. the funniest bit is that two months after writing this poem i was actually convinced to contest local elections and am today a ruddy deputy mayor lol...have still to write a poem about that lol
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Jul 10, 2007 15:30:36 GMT -5
Post by robertrwoods on Jul 10, 2007 15:30:36 GMT -5
Funny to me how timely this poem is with Paris going to jail, Mel's drunken tirade! With visibility, fame, comes great scrutiny. All the things we "little people" get away with the visible can't.
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