Word Burglar
by Chad Smith
Oh my god
I don't even know what
Subject, verb object structure means
Oh my god
They're going to find out I'm a phony for sure
The frenzied feverish foul fruit of a fucking phony
Oh my god
Don't say fucking
Your mom might read this
Oh my god
What am I thinking?
Surely my thoughts are too scattered
Oh my god
What if they aren't scattered enough?
Oh my god
Worrying about being a phony is so phony
Oh my god
A plagiarizing pony
I know someone must have said that before
Does anyone else notice that Dylan Thomas says cock in every poem?
Oh my god
Unjumbling the word jumble
It's playing with your eyes
Oh my god
Fretting the stuffed owl
Oh my god
Good bad, good good, bad bad
I am really trying
Oh my god
These words mean everything to me
Scribble write scribble write
A deep breath
Scribble write scribble write
Oh if only to get lost again
Scribble write scribble write
Scribble write scribble write
Scribble write scribble write
There, that's it
Oh my god
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Chad, this is so funny and so true. fave
No no not funny... this poem makes me very anxious... :) thanks MaryAnne
Chad, the timing of this is perfect. I am at a WEEK long poetry conference at Omega Institute, with 92 (yes, count them) writers. So, of course, the mind is over-reactive, just like this poem, and your anxiety-wraught reaction is very understandable. I like the honesty, and repetition, and questions throughout.
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ha ha I was being a bit silly with that anxious comment up there. only a bit though. thanks Robert. wow have fun at the conference.
Goddamned hilarious. *