Is there anybody
to share with me
the broccoli soup
I've just cooked?
Some bombs fell on the heads
Knees fell on the carpet
having no shoe stains.
Considering to boycott some shops
some brands,
silly ain't it?
Butts tired of sitting
chin on the hand
still searching for meaning
selling life, buying time
One pigeon outside
winking, mocking
silly aint it?
Our destiny is similar to
that of jailed people,
time is fat and lazy
We sit, cook and eat
and sit again
silly ain't it?
Chin on the hand...
Our times are fat and lazy
Does anybody want broccoli soup?
5 comments:
Wonderfully written, gently political and really captures that mood, Sherry.
Thank you Paul.
"...we shall rename our dreams as plans"..., huh? That is brilliant! I missed reading your sentences...
"Our destiny is similar to
that of jailed people,"
Interesting,I would like to talk shop with you if possible...can I email you...
I'm amazed! Came accross a blog when I was searching on 'Little did he know' after watching the movie 'Stranger than fiction'..saw your name in the comments and noticed you came accross that blog the same way...incientally my nickname is Sherry and I feel exactly the same as described in this poem. Beautifully written.
Thank you "justfeltlike"...Life is full of amazing coincidence-like-miracles...
You can email me Akhi..I put my address on my blog so that anyone who wants to contact me can do so...
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