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03.10.2007, 12:42 | #1 |
Megalopolis
On Monday, on Monday
the weekend is over people pass by some go to kindergarten some go to school some go to work and I have nowhere to go said the homeless when they come home they are warmly welcomed some play with friends some do their homework some prepare work for the next day and I have no one and nothing to do said the homeless don´t look so sad don´t stare at me don´t bother me some are interested in me some play tricks on me some ignore me and don´t care things won´t change said the homeless begging in the street. |
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10.10.2007, 04:57 | #2 |
Dabei seit: 10/2007
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Congrats tinkerbell - nice works, well done!
Your poem kinda inspired me - I picked up the content & went after it. Here is a (rather clumsy) try to transmute your verse into sonnet style - hope you'll like it anyway. Megalopoli$onnet On Monday, on Monday, the weekend was gone The people were passing the streets with a smirk (From pre-school to high school, from college to work) The square is stock-still while the cycle goes on. On business, in numbness, through workdays they throng Towards a warm welcome at home they will spurt (From learner to teacher, from student to clerk) To call it a Friday - to feel they belong. Those fat-cats kept showing off and gave the 'dipshit' a name. "Su dis cuss-word es da coz wy non'es talkin' wid me!" In any case of a doubt, s/he ain't the person to blame. "Su dun'be hackin' me uff... an' wycha gawkin'it me?" S/he ain't naive any more - s/he knows that nothing will change. "Su yu gun' beggin' da point, an' me be walkin' da streets." |