Considering,
How many rants have been
washed down the kitchen sink,
And how impervious the clothes
Are to my rage.
I thought.
Why not.
So,to tell
I sat you on my lap.
(Like when I spoon Cerelac
Into your mouth?)
And if nothing
It was heartening
When you knit your little brows together
(Pausing to think?)
Before you said-
"Gloop".
P.S-Im getting worried.Noone is getting what I write any longer.If this makes sense,do tell.
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in this rush to think out of the box ,I forgot to see whats inside.
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Oh, I do get this one. and it's nice. Really. Why 'gloop' though? Inventing baby talk is hard.
I think I get it. But I'm scared to offer explanation.
Not only does it make sense, I like it too.
=)
Thats alright then.
But Joey, if it doesn't make sense to everyone, you know that you're truly on the path to greatness.
Elective English taught us that.
It makes absolute sense to me. And the first verse reminds one of Sylvia Plath's life. I thought you were on the verge of introducing a gas oven.
And I understand too. Why must you underestimate your readers' intelligence?
Oof.The first three people I showed it to didn't get it.So ektu tension holo that I'm turning into one of those people who write incomprehensible poetry.And considering HOW VERY MANY there are,the thought was kinda depressing.
Do Stephenians not get poetry?
JAAST kidding :P
i understood..
but ur on the way to vagueness joey!...
Epic Joey. I understand, and I'm not even Elective English greatness, just plain old science student converted to economics.
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