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.
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!
ReplyDeleteHandcuffed
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? :)
ReplyDeleteI 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*
ReplyDeleteg2 - t'was something that needed an outlet, that's all. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd don't be so hard on yourself. I quite liked yours. Creepy but good.
Ana - :P