07 December 2012
07:57AM
A poetry writing contest which, I should I note, I didn't attend. No originals, just adaptations:
I think I shall never see a poem as lovely as me.
Shall I compare thee to Christmas Day? Thou art more cold and a bitch
Rough winds do shake the roof of your house
But I could only hope it would take you
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Out of the placenta that covers me
I rise with my luscious hair
And I eat food like air
Black as an African-American arm pit from pole to pole
Out of the night that covers me
It matters not if you're straight or gay
I am the captain of my soul
I am the captain on my ship
It's going fast
And I got nautical themed Pashmina afghan
I'm the Queen of the world like Elizabeth
If you're on the shore, do you wanna bet
Voila, in view a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage no mere veneer of vanity
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