Does the new burst of comments (and writing on the yearlong prompt!) mean that you're feeling better today? Well done on the catch-up, and the addition to Out of the Woods. I will just note that I was also holding back on the prompt waiting for guidance since it's not my story... :)
Right, let's see where we are with this poem...
A food truck I’ve too many friends, too many people, Too many Facebook-demands of my time. I’m hitting delete, I’m starting anew, I’m changing my face and turning to crime.
Too many Facebook-demands of my time, I’m a librarian, my books must come first. I’m changing my face and turning to crime. I’m robbing a bank and stealing a hearse.
I’m a librarian, my books must come first, Stacked in the parking lot, fearing the rain. I’m robbing a bank and stealing a hearse, Then taking my books and stealing a plane.
Stacked in the parking lot, fearing the rain, My books contains maps that I’ve longed to explore. Then taking my books and stealing a plane, Is logical; that’s just what they’re for!
My books contain maps that I’ve longed to explore But I know before long I’ll only want more. A cartographer Is logical; that’s just what they’re for, To add to the maps; I’ll get one at the store!
But I know before long I’ll only want more A cartographer Is for life, not a year or two, so To add to the maps I’ll get one at the store! And then leap in the hearse as it’s time to go.
“Is for life, not a year or two”, so Said the cartographer, skilled with remorse. “And then leap in the hearse as it’s time to go,” That’s the cartographer charting a course!
Said the cartographer, skilled with remorse, “Time’s getting away but I have a sextant!” That’s the cartographer charting a course, In the back of the hearse, all thin and elegant.
Time’s getting away but I have a sextant; I’ve a plan to get to the airport on time (in the back of the hearse, all thin and elegant) And, dressed in black, start my new life of crime.
I’ve a plan. To get to the airport on time I’m taking a shortcut along roads from my memories. And dressed in black, start my new life of crime With things I remember from when I was three.
I’m taking a shortcut along roads from my memories The obstacles here have since grown in size! With things I remember from when I was three I’m plotting the route that will win me my prize.
The obstacles here have since grown in size, I need to control them and that can be tricky. I’m plotting the route that will win me my prize Avoiding the things that look a bit sticky.
I need to control them and that can be tricky, I feel out of place; I’m not sticky at all. Avoiding the things that look a bit sticky And I miss something big; well that’s a close call!
I feel out of place, I’m not sticky at all Aren’t detectives like glue traps? I’m thinking quite fast And I miss something big; well that’s a close call! My time as detective simply won’t last.
Aren’t detectives like glue traps? I’m thinking quite fast I need a disguise that makes me look younger. My time as detective simply won’t last ‘Cos that’s just not making the hot ladies hunger.
I need a disguise that makes me look younger, A passport that matches — and a cheeseburger too! ‘Cos that’s just not making the hot ladies hunger But I am damn hungry… will celery do?
A passport that matches, and a cheeseburger too… There’s a foodtruck ahead but it’s tacos and pork But I am damn hungry… will celery do If I mix it with salsa and use a big fork?
Greg - I went back to work in the office yesterday afternoon, and was there all day today. Well enough to do that, but definitely all the way back to good. Definitely could have used a nap when I got home today.
I knew this poem was an insane undertaking, but seeing it all together like this just really reinforces how nuts you were to use this format for a yearlong poem. I mean, absolutely well done, obviously, but good lord man.
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Does the new burst of comments (and writing on the yearlong prompt!) mean that you're feeling better today? Well done on the catch-up, and the addition to Out of the Woods. I will just note that I was also holding back on the prompt waiting for guidance since it's not my story... :)
Right, let's see where we are with this poem...
A food truck
I’ve too many friends, too many people,
Too many Facebook-demands of my time.
I’m hitting delete, I’m starting anew,
I’m changing my face and turning to crime.
Too many Facebook-demands of my time,
I’m a librarian, my books must come first.
I’m changing my face and turning to crime.
I’m robbing a bank and stealing a hearse.
I’m a librarian, my books must come first,
Stacked in the parking lot, fearing the rain.
I’m robbing a bank and stealing a hearse,
Then taking my books and stealing a plane.
Stacked in the parking lot, fearing the rain,
My books contains maps that I’ve longed to explore.
Then taking my books and stealing a plane,
Is logical; that’s just what they’re for!
My books contain maps that I’ve longed to explore
But I know before long I’ll only want more. A cartographer
Is logical; that’s just what they’re for,
To add to the maps; I’ll get one at the store!
But I know before long I’ll only want more A cartographer
Is for life, not a year or two, so
To add to the maps I’ll get one at the store!
And then leap in the hearse as it’s time to go.
“Is for life, not a year or two”, so
Said the cartographer, skilled with remorse.
“And then leap in the hearse as it’s time to go,”
That’s the cartographer charting a course!
Said the cartographer, skilled with remorse,
“Time’s getting away but I have a sextant!”
That’s the cartographer charting a course,
In the back of the hearse, all thin and elegant.
Time’s getting away but I have a sextant;
I’ve a plan to get to the airport on time
(in the back of the hearse, all thin and elegant)
And, dressed in black, start my new life of crime.
I’ve a plan. To get to the airport on time
I’m taking a shortcut along roads from my memories.
And dressed in black, start my new life of crime
With things I remember from when I was three.
I’m taking a shortcut along roads from my memories
The obstacles here have since grown in size!
With things I remember from when I was three
I’m plotting the route that will win me my prize.
The obstacles here have since grown in size,
I need to control them and that can be tricky.
I’m plotting the route that will win me my prize
Avoiding the things that look a bit sticky.
I need to control them and that can be tricky,
I feel out of place; I’m not sticky at all.
Avoiding the things that look a bit sticky
And I miss something big; well that’s a close call!
I feel out of place, I’m not sticky at all
Aren’t detectives like glue traps? I’m thinking quite fast
And I miss something big; well that’s a close call!
My time as detective simply won’t last.
Aren’t detectives like glue traps? I’m thinking quite fast
I need a disguise that makes me look younger.
My time as detective simply won’t last
‘Cos that’s just not making the hot ladies hunger.
I need a disguise that makes me look younger,
A passport that matches — and a cheeseburger too!
‘Cos that’s just not making the hot ladies hunger
But I am damn hungry… will celery do?
A passport that matches, and a cheeseburger too…
There’s a foodtruck ahead but it’s tacos and pork
But I am damn hungry… will celery do
If I mix it with salsa and use a big fork?
Greg - I went back to work in the office yesterday afternoon, and was there all day today. Well enough to do that, but definitely all the way back to good. Definitely could have used a nap when I got home today.
I knew this poem was an insane undertaking, but seeing it all together like this just really reinforces how nuts you were to use this format for a yearlong poem. I mean, absolutely well done, obviously, but good lord man.
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