It’s nine-thirty in the morning… do you know where your boss is? I can’t seem to find mine. :) Ah well, I’ve always been good at amusing myself.
That poem I mentioned a couple of days ago came out alright. Not great, but alright. I spiced it up with a little clipart. No, really. I put a little clip-art picture of a bathroom scale at the bottom of the poem. We’ll call this “Poetic Experimentation in Visual Rhetoric”. See, people? That’s how you can sound smart and say nothing of substance simultaneously. It’s all in the vernacular. *g*
Wanna see the poem? I haven’t decided yet (no one has, I think) whether the author posting their poem in a blog would constitute a first electronic publishing, thereby making any future sale a resell. That makes me a slight bit uneasy to post stuff up here. Not that I ~plan~ to try to sell this thing, but hey. Better to have the option and not use it, than to not have the option when you want it.
Ooh.. I think I’ve got it. Ladies and Gentlemen, I hereby present you with a ~draft~ of my latest poem. Keep in mind that this is only a draft, not a final document. Nothing wrong with sharing a draft, now, is there? (I mean it. Is there? I don’t know.)
Weighing In
(with my bathroom scale)
So smug, you sit. You little shit.
Your little slut-red finger pointing out my every slip
and every chip I couldn’t help but try.
And why? Do you derive some sick, satanic glee
from seeing me eat healthy greens
when all I want’s a little Dairy Queen?
One eighty-five you say today,
as I come to pray and weigh my M&M sins
against your black & white face.
And so I know you saw my late-night trip
slipped past your crouching shape in search
of the dessert I skipped just yesterday.
Is there no food you cannot see?
Am I doomed to brood in work-out rooms
and nibble snacks of whey and celery?
Alright, you win. I’ll try again.
I trudge away to dream of drudging weights,
flatter abs, and fewer calories.
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Comments are cool and all, but don’t feel obligated. It’s scheduled to be workshopped next Tuesday. Have a good day. :)
Responses to “A Heavy Poem”
September 26th, 2003 at 10:42 pm
I think this would be highly marketable as “bathroom” art. Like my kittens, smoking in the boys’ room.
I see the poem printed over photo of a common old bathroom scale.
September 29th, 2003 at 1:40 am
I give it an “A.” I enjoyed it…precisely what I think of when I step onto someone’s bathroom scale…of course I do mean someone else’s as I’m not about to let one of the little devils near me for an extended period of time.
Good luck with it.

September 26th, 2003 at 5:40 pm
I think you need to go to your bathroom right now and apologize to your scale, it’s only doing its job. ;p