Excuses
hate them hate
to hear them
the dog ate my homework I
forgot
there is really no
excuse
an excuse simply says it
just wasn’t that important
someone should
come up with something new
i was kidnapped held
against my will
the world came to an end
something clever that
would excuse your lazy
neglectful
inconsiderate
solevenly
ways
...and
mine
November 19, 2014
3 comments:
My, my what a talented lady you are. Poet with touches of Bridget Riley. I am envious. PS. Thanks for popping into the spoken word team site. :)
PS. Have you read Barry Hill's excellent book of poetry, 'Naked Clay'? A triumph of poetry where the poet examines and writes about the work of Lucian Freud. You can see it on Shearsman Books site..
Wow! A zinger of a poem!!!! Love the being held captive, that excuse MIGHT fly, plus you could add a few weeks on for trauma counselling. LOL. Loved this.
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