a bird looked at me,
it told me to drop dead
then immediately fell from its perch.
I laughed for a moment,
thought about what it had said
then went about my normal activities.
months later,
at that very same location
a dog laughed at the way I walked.
I wasn’t appalled,
I didn’t really even care,
I just chalked it up to poor manners.
but it was obvious,
my obnoxiousness was so revolting
that only animals had the guts to tell me.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 254
Jerks
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