OUTCRY OF A POEM

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JOURNAL # 41

what a headache this has been
wading as I have
through this day of muck's idiots
perhaps the general ire of my ego
is flaring
but so much shallowness
my mind had to trudge through
tiny minded base individuals
did they amongst themselves even once have
a clean pure higher thought to issue without
any further askew
these knots in my mind will not cease
knotting
the billowing of nothingness will not
stop billowing
the marrow of the prior moment
oozed out dead itself from the knowing
so much careless noise people actually
choose to spew from their minds
and expect others to believe that
to be ideas worth sharing
vile snares in language endured
of the worst possible acceptable kind
inappropriately set
but blessedly, I had the good sense
to step around a frank many times
and rather than blasting them
for their lack of content
other than surface cuteness
I wrote this poem instead
thinking right now how I'd dearly love
to have a nice, long, engaging conversation
with the person who coined the phrase
'I don't suffer fools gladly and smile'
I, feeling as I do now would very likely
even buy him/her his/her dinner
that's how utterly annoyed I was
but I allowed a few days to expire
before I finished the paving of words
to this 'Outcry Of A Poem'........................
(May 13, 2011 132am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my less than stellar experience the other night of chatting with some people who posted me a message when I visited a chat room.

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