A Treatise on the Social Dynamics of a World Without Peanut Butter
am the housefly
Knocking my head against the same mirror all day.
I do not write metaphoric poems.
a mole cannot see
And like a rattlesnake does not fly,
I cannot use similes in my poems.
pen shouts at me to stop spilling his ink
As my paper wishes me an eternity of stale jello
Because I shouldn't try to write using personification.
realized ten thousand times
And tried once more than that to work against it,
But hyperboles really aren't my style.
am simply a squirrel
Looking for lost acorns that I never buried.
I just can't seem to write metaphoric poetry.
The review button is lonely. Will you be its friend?