| Self Improvement Poetry
posted April 12, 2013
Pentameter Whimsy and Lament...
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
I think I need to grow a thicker skin
To weather all the hurt that gets inside
Apparently my cover's way too thin
To buffer any brunt of wounded pride
If only I could let the caustic slide
I'd be a stronger person from within
But taunts I cannot take upon the chin
Directly to my coating you've applied
This roundabout of vitriolic spin
I can't get off and so embrace the ride
I'm dizzy, hence you're more than in like Flynn
To keep my guilty conscience bona fide
Though now bereft of every tear I've cried
My armour, surely rusted if t'were tin
I can't waste all the shit-stocks you've supplied
My outer crust not worth the bloody bin
I need to sprout a scaley leather hide
And fashion up the chance to score a win
My arse just can't compete with your chagrin
As acid spews I'm coated, battered, fried
With threadbare weave, to hessian I'm akin
I let you lather up and soak right in
It didn't change when I became your bride
Well, time has come, indeed I must begin
Yes, I just crushed that fucking violin!
and 2 member cents.
Based on the lament and format of the Sonnet of the early times but with a modern day edge
on rhyme pattern, content and of course length. LOL Why I could hardly jam all that into 14 lines of 10.
Thanks for reading...
and YES I do wish sometimes I had a teenciest bit thicker skin.
Still, maybe I have...It seems I've lasted 23 years in this relationship, as hard work as it's bloody well been at times.
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