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Nov 24, 2008
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The Ventings Of A Cantankerous Man... (fiction)
You! Young whippersnapper!
Hear me.
I'm looking forward in about fifteen years
to investing stock in Beltone
from when you all go deaf
because of the insane decibals
you insist on playing your music at!
You! Young'un!
Why don't you just walk around
in those pretty red and black
boxers, since we can see all of them anyway?
Or put some Pledge on the ends of your
trousers, and dust my floor - make yourself useful.
You! Juvenile!
Unless you want me to hook a tow hitch
to your nose/eyebrow/lip
please get the hoop out of it.
And I can't wait until you're old
so my kids can play jumprope
with that insane gauge you pierced your ear with.
And above all - get off my lawn!
— infinite_dwarf, Nov 24, 2008
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deelilah
17 years 6 months ago
Hi there Dwarf,
infinite_dwarf
17 years 6 months ago
Thanks, Dee!!
weirdelf
17 years 6 months ago
OMG! Jess, I am
infinite_dwarf
17 years 6 months ago
Jess
Kailashana
17 years 6 months ago
Ha! You are a demented
infinite_dwarf
17 years 6 months ago
demented?
prayersbyPatty
17 years 6 months ago
Very nice Elf
infinite_dwarf
17 years 6 months ago
wrong Jess
Rett
17 years 6 months ago
Jess, you forgot something
Arrow
17 years 6 months ago
:)