The exercise:
Today's prompt is: handcuffed.
Thanks again to those who dropped by to share some kind words on Daily Writing Practice's first birthday. It was much appreciated :)
Mine:
Oh how I want, how I want
To get nasty and rough;
But these words cannot flow,
I've been verbally handcuffed.
Oh the things I want to say
While you think yourself better;
Like: the only class you've got
Are the last three letters.
But in the end I'll admit:
This silent path is for the best.
Because while you're puffing up
And ape-beating your chest,
It's out there in the open
For the rest of us to see
That you're worth about as much
As two bottles of pee.
4 comments:
Hmm, do we dare ask what (or who) inspired you with handcuffs? It's a clever poem though, and a good way to start off the second year of Daily Writing!
Handcuffed
These bracelets constrain me,
Detain me,
And hold me against my will.
I stand and I rattle them,
Battle them,
But I am abandoned still.
These bracelets sparkle and glitter,
But they leave me bitter,
To be confined and dischuffed.
I rage at this prison,
Who out there will listen?
I am trapped and handcuffed.
Let's just call it some healthy writing therapy and call it a day, shall we? :)
I love the rhyme scheme you used, very effective. I'll have to try my hand at it some time.
Hm, I wonder who this one's about? *walks away whistling*
g2 - t'was something that needed an outlet, that's all. :)
And don't be so hard on yourself. I quite liked yours. Creepy but good.
Ana - :P
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