Metaphor

A/N: Hmm… personally, there are parts of this I don’t like. There’s something about it that’s just not quite right. But nevertheless, I do enjoy the metaphors. I suppose it’s almost like a rap, or a song, rather than a poem. (shrugs) Meh. Enjoy. Or don’t enjoy, I suppose.

By Isilthrar

When I was just fourteen, I fell off the edge

My sanity was up the creek but it got stuck in the hedge

And Death was knocking on the door but I’d gone out

And when I strolled down memory lane I gave my boyfriend a shout.

Some bright pink elephants were charging round the bed

So I went out with a bucket and painted the town red.

That drove my parents up the wall and they couldn’t get down

Dad said I’m irresponsible, I should’ve chose brown.

My past had tripped me up and laughed in my face,

I was on the road to nowhere it was a really nice place.

The streets were paved with gold, but watch you don’t slip.

I met a girl who was born with a silver spoon in her lip.

The girl’s name was Pumpkin and she lived next door

She was an awesome friend but oh what a bore

I left to seek my fortune- it was stuck in a tree

And then my bonnet was buzzing because of a bee.

And while on my travels, I met the man in the moon.

Affable fellow, but he was out at noon.

Then I got my heart broken by this great young man,

He was a heart surgeon- it didn’t go to plan.

And then I got rich because of the weather

Silver lining on a cloud, but light as a feather.

But I gave it all away in a flood for a boat,

You should never trust a monkey in a golden coat.

I tracked down my dad who was pushing up daisies,

He said he was weightlifting- he always was lazy.

My ex was sleeping with the fishes, he’d become a diver,

I asked him out again, he said only for a fiver.

I made him eat my dust because he didn’t have a spade,

I was laughing madly, he was digging his own grave.

His eyes were bigger than his belly- a medical condition.

He’d dropped some ants in his jeans, a man on a mission.

So I’ve broken the mould, and spilled the beans,

What’ll we do next, us melodramatic teens?

Every dog has its day, but I’m just a bitch,

And now I need a rope, to get out of this ditch.

My whole life I’ve been a dreamer, headstrong and proud.

But the problem with dreamers, they have their heads in the clouds.

Clouds can be brilliant, but you can always go wrong.

Cuz it’s only perfect till a plane comes along.

---Isilthrar