it's about my oppressive and crass boss, whose name is pete chaisson. I know it's not a poem in the classical sense, but what do you think anyway. Thanks.
Le Pierre Chaisson
What kind of agent,
Speaks so cheaply,
Of his date?
Who is that,
Rummaging around,
For uneaten ribs,
Of pale celery?
Standing in the shadow,
Of a listless old willow tree,
Grand family tree,
Roots in Italy
Cow moos, “MOO”
But you can’t see-
Your chocolate eyes
Are thoroughly salted
And you can’t hear-
Your ears are packed,
With morning glories
Look ahead!
Through a well lit chasm
Semen in the waterfall
Do not bow your head
Post-masquerade
Do not reveal
Your cancerous old frame
Limp away instead
To the birthplace of your father
Faceless old,
Ignorant man
He vacationed in the sand,
Racist telepathy
Documents and analyzes
With a tan
Do you like this other "poem"?
I don't dare to evaluate ya poem but i like it . It made me feel kinda better in these my boring days . By the way , are you French , if so ... Bonjour , ok !
Reply:very nice poem, well done!
Reply:Boy oh boy! You sure dislike this guy! Very good poem - good imagery. Thank you for sharing. I enjoyed it.
Reply:Very intresting.
Reply:Not hard to read.
Reply:wow, it's terrible
but I like it
Reply:lol... u sure do hate him...
Reply:It's rather amusing.
I liked it anyway.
:D
Reply:Mmmmmmmmm, very deep.
Reply:hahaha it's cool you express you anger and hate like this, quite artistic and non-harming
Congratulations!
Reply:yea it's interesting!
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