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Array ( [sid] => 19794 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Child's play [time] => 2003-07-01 22:35:00 [hometext] => ( No children were present )
[bodytext] => The taxi driver
stopped the taxi
jumped out
slammed the door
raving and shouting
at the empty streets
complaining to the Goddess
of the road
how he suspected
this rat of a rider
of unspoken tyranny,
how he had been accused
of not being able
to elevate.
Then hastily,
with a swift gesture
bowed at the Goddess
leaving his thumb
as an offering.
The morning of the same night
all the creatures that shared
extreme deformities
gathered in the marketplace.
They were honourable, dignified
and very much
into making a living.
They offered all sorts
of freshly picked flesh
from their bodies.
This was during
the depression years
when meat was scarce
and flesh was hot!
Certain customers
were panic stricken
at the sight of
such generous offerings.
Some attempted
to dip their bread
into the unhealed spots.
The feast was brief
the casualties low.
No children were present
apart from me
& my sixteen brothers.

' Yurusene be adam, yurusene
durulur mu sokagin ortasinda
durulur mu be adam.'

& the taxi driver
stopped the taxi
jumped out
raving and shouting
at the empty streets
complaining to the
Goddess of the road
how he suspected
this rat of a rider
of unspoken tyranny. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 56 [informant] => vincy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => sarcasticpoetry )

Child's play

Contributed by vincy on Tuesday, 1st July 2003 @ 10:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: sarcasticpoetry

The taxi driver
stopped the taxi
jumped out
slammed the door
raving and shouting
at the empty streets
complaining to the Goddess
of the road
how he suspected
this rat of a rider
of unspoken tyranny,
how he had been accused
of not being able
to elevate.
Then hastily,
with a swift gesture
bowed at the Goddess
leaving his thumb
as an offering.
The morning of the same night
all the creatures that shared
extreme deformities
gathered in the marketplace.
They were honourable, dignified
and very much
into making a living.
They offered all sorts
of freshly picked flesh
from their bodies.
This was during
the depression years
when meat was scarce
and flesh was hot!
Certain customers
were panic stricken
at the sight of
such generous offerings.
Some attempted
to dip their bread
into the unhealed spots.
The feast was brief
the casualties low.
No children were present
apart from me
& my sixteen brothers.

' Yurusene be adam, yurusene
durulur mu sokagin ortasinda
durulur mu be adam.'

& the taxi driver
stopped the taxi
jumped out
raving and shouting
at the empty streets
complaining to the
Goddess of the road
how he suspected
this rat of a rider
of unspoken tyranny.

Copyright Â© vincy ... [ 2003-07-01 22:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Child's play (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd July 2003 @ 12:08:38 AM AEST
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what the hell is this about..your nuts..makes no sense...sounds like a 5 year old wrote this

Re: Child's play (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd July 2003 @ 04:37:02 PM AEST
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::::::appalled:::::::at guest comment!!!!!
I give you "TWO THUMBS" up? ;)
You have 16 brothers? Did any of them get offered up??? lol
Angel always.....godspeed,Vincy! joni

Re: Child's play (User Rating: 1 )
by norm on Saturday, 5th July 2003 @ 11:19:48 AM AEST
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A poems a poem so feel at home
-------------------------------
Here's the way it is with me
If you wrote it, it's OK by me,
Suppose I understand not all there is,
Could be, really ain't my bizz...

Re: Child's play (User Rating: 1 )
by vincy on Monday, 7th July 2003 @ 02:23:17 AM AEST
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This is a performance piece, 3 languages are invilved +
major sound effects. Take note of the sarcasm and irony, humour and abstraction helps to get issues through. The background of this poem is the Armenian genocide, yes I have first hand family experience.
Nevertheless the poet and the poem are two different things, the issue is to get accross the meaning.

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