Victor Byle
Free Writing
I
hate this,
really,
really, really hate this.
I
hate writing,
really,
really, really hate writing.
I
hate poems,
really,
really, really hate poems.
I
hate school,
really,
really, really hate school.
But
now I have exactly fifty words,
which
is how long this dumb thing is supposed to be.
Oh, I think I wrote that one once, too. But to my mother who read poems aloud to us. And then it evolved to
ReplyDelete"I think I am going to throw up. Wanna throw up, too? Then there's a pair of us . . . Don't tell!"
Ah, to be read poetry when you hate it. Bad things happen to you! And your mind.