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Crypticbard
Australia
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Submitted by crypticbard on 30 March 2008 - 7:09am.
Style / Type:
freeform
`
Wake up
talk back
don’t tell me
what I lack,
save up
turn back
bring along that
fav’rite song
don’t tell me
I’ve no social
conscience
wasting my
poetic licence
turn back
to your real self
your hunger for
poetic justice
look up
the sky’s
still higher
than your highest
tower
let down your
flaxen locks
your ivory walls
are too slick
come with me
where the air
is free
and maybe,
just maybe
for once we’ll agree.
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Hello
This poem rather reminds me of a song. The lines are choppy, did you mean to have that effect? Interesting.
Always, Cat
Yes,
The poem was put on the page that way for that specific purpose.
Thanks for your comment. You are much appreciated.