2011+Week+Seven

=Week Seven! Okay, it's not actually week seven but I'm going for sequential order here. This week I want you to write a poem resolving an unresolved conversation or situation, addressing the person you wish you could have resolved with. Have a snappy comeback for a past argument, or maybe you think you could've saved a friendship with one sentence? Poem it!=

__**GREASE FIRE**__

Hey there, guy. Yeah, you, with the corny looking baseball hat, the kind with the plastic mesh back part, And that annoyingly, unnecessarily folded brim. One of your teeth pokes out over your lower lip. Your beer gut spills forth from beneath your soiled white wife beater. Your butt crack peers out curiously from your low riding jeans. Your flannel shirt is too small to button over your immense belly. A handlebar mustache drapes fluidly over your upper lip, And a cigarette is clamped tightly in your mouth. When I first saw you, your appearance screamed “TRUCKER.” Now, there's nothing wrong with that. I hold no prejudice against truckers. But I do hold a prejudice against slobbish, lazy, unkempt people, who smoke wherever they wish, forcing others to engulf their putrid fumes. I also hold a prejudice against people who slam doors in my face. I mean, like, literally //IN// ma face. So you, guy, yeah you. Go die in a grease fire.

-Adam "Snappy Wom Slapper" Bourgault. P.S.: A "wom" is one's Adam's Apple, for those who are unaware.

I have but one meager request; a desire that I so greatly hope you will abide. Grant me this wish and I shall be forever content: Shut the **fuck** up and let me finish. I am completely aware of the fact that you are deeply engrossed in your obsession with omniscience and I know that you'd rather sever your own appendages than to sit down, look me in the eye, and let me speak. Let me put it this way. Should you //not// sit down, look me in the eye and let me speak, I'd be more than willing to sever all four of your limbs for you. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">You were the one who found my <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">syntax unsatisfactory, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">who decided that my inflection <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">was worthy of the start of a new <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">world war. You're the one forcing <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">me to be here right now, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">the one tearing into my flesh <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">with the claws that can so conveniently <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">retract into your disgusting veiny hands <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and as I sit here with my skin in ribbons <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I want little more than to speak my piece <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">so I implore you to give me the dis//tinct// <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">honor of closing that gaping hell hole <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">of a mouth and erasing the grin that <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">redefines condescension <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and finding a better place to spit your <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">venom than in my eyes <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and when you have completed these <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">simple tasks I will let loose the river <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I hold within me and <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I will present evidence and cite my sources <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and I will introduce you to the concepts <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">of logic and reason and I will do this <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">without raising my voice for I am <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">so very much better at this than you. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">But you will not cease. And you will <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">not tolerate my defiance.

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Ellyn "Bitches be bitches" Touchette

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">You would end the world for a grain of sand. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I want to know where this notion originated <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that you are the reigning ruler of the world <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that all grains of sand fall under your jurisdiction <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and that even those who contest you are simply <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">resentful admirers. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">How you find the nerve to find the <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">right to utter those soft-spoken <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">word of self-assurance <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to sacrifice the footing of those who <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">come after you for the sake of <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">preventing your own fall... <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I will never know. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">But I laugh. I beam from ear to ear <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">at the thought of you, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">a tiny fish in a smaller pond, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">emerging pompous and self-entitled <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">into the Ocean <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and discovering that though you may dance <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to the beat of your own drum it <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">is **not** the only one drumming <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and that not all who praise are praising <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">you. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">While the queens of great nations have often <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">been allowed to evade repercussions <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">as they utter the unprintable, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I rest on my laurels and await <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">the day when you will be held accountable <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">for your unintentional onslaughts <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and on that day I will rejoice. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">I know that someday someone far bolder than I <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">will not tolerate your insufferable <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">unendurable //bitchings// <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and I hope that on that day <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">you will not do what you've done in the past <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to look someone honest and humble <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">straight in the eyes and decide that <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">they're simply not worthy of your <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">attention, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and will rather spend a moment <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">if only a moment <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and suddenly realize that there is something <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">to be gained in modesty: <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that you will leave your talents to be <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">discovered rather than announcing <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">them upon the first introduction... <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that you will adhere to the standards <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">you spurn others for forgetting... <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that you will recognize the impact <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">of the abuse you inflict rather than <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">inventing abuses inflicted upon you... <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and that one day, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">perhaps when the two of us are old <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and gray, separated by miles <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">and memories, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">you will accept <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">that you were wrong.

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">Ellyn "I accidentally a second poem..." Touchette

Mother darling,

Please do shut up,

You scream as though you’re mind is unhinged

Child gibberish

The unremitting howls of an angry animal

Please,

Just hush

Your incessant bellow drowns out any sanity that still floats about this house

And all the racket is unhealthy

Stop throwing the forks and knives

Think rationally Mother dear

By hurling the silver across the room,

What do you plan to attain?

The shoe you threw?

All that was accomplished was a shattered window

And some cuts

Now please,

While hiding out in the trees I had some time to think

Your childish ways are no better than mine

And the next time

Under the trees I shall find myself

Sharing my breath with the cold

I can’t win there as I can’t win here

The cold will take my breath no matter how hard I fight for it

And I though I may speak my words with vehemence

You will still take them from me

I am no match for your voice, raving mad

so the only words I will give to you are short

Shut the fuck up

Charlotte "I have mommy issues" Feinberg

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Comebacks <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> You think that you are so clever don’t you? <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Thinking that because I was speechless you thwarted me again, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> believing that I had no clue what I was talking about, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> well, how about we just click that rewind button now that this standoff has been on replay in my mind since I backed off. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Now, lets hit play. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Person A claims that they are better than me in everything. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> They claim that I take the fun out of everything. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Well, here is my response to you. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> there is a fine line between taking the fun out of everything, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> And being a person that does not appreciate your hands in my face, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> stealing my stuff and not giving it back, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> And in short being an annoying piece of (BLEEP) that I want to punt down a flight of stairs. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> You claim you are better than me at everything? <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Last time I checked, I am smarter than you in every subject, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Last time I checked, I actually have friends, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> So here are my two words I would really like to say to you: <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> “Screw You” <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> By: Joe “Don’t Poke a Sleeping Dragon In The Eye With A Stick" Lambert <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">

<span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I hate being smart. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> That much you already know. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> But before I walked away, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I never got the chance to say why. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> You think, I wish I was as smart as you, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Constantly assuring me that I have a quality I hate, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> That it’s a good thing, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> That people aren’t turned off, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> But I haven’t said what I wanted to. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I don’t know who to trust. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Do they really like me, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Or do they only like me for what I give? <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> It’s not really that fun living in constant fear that you live in a society full of fair-weather friends who, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Turn their back on you when they don’t need anything. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> And it makes me wonder, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Is that how you feel? <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Am I even justified in asking that? <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Oh, but I have to. I have to know. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I have to know that the person that I entrust my truths to can be trusted. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> And it’s funny because the more time that passes, the more I’m hoping, knowing, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> That that isn’t true. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> But what do I know. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I need a confession because I can’t live with the fact that the person that knows me is someone whose intentions are so ambiguous at this moment. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> And oh, I want that to be wrong. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I want it to be wrong. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I want this one person more than anyone to be one to value my existence, my person, <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> And not a talent. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> I want this person to be one that doesn’t greedily take someone’s talent and use it. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Because there’s no way I could stand being right. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> If I’m right then screw this. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Screw this time I’ve spent building. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Building something that never existed. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Somehow, I’m wrong. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Somehow I know that there’s no way I can be picked up off the cold ground just to be used. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> That there’s a person that matters most that doesn’t succumb to such cruel intentions. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> So this is what I to say. To you. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Before I walked away. <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Jason “twoweeks” Meuse <span style="color: #404040; font-family: Georgia,serif;">
 * I Hate Being Smart**