Monday, March 31, 2008
Mighty Falafel
Half past 11, overtime,
I'm overworked, underpaid
"Why doesn't the clock strike sooner?"
I constantly whine
The most exciting part of my day
Is racing across the street
And grabbing that last falafel
Before the cart speeds away.
The elevator bell
I can't believe it still works
I must be earlier than usual
Oh, glorious falafel.
An empty park bench!
Why do I feel so lucky?
I check my soles for gum
A sticky mass I wrench.
Who is this woman? Why the haste?
I see through her clothes
And feel like a pervert
My eyes down her waist.
Unknown to the self, a tale is made
She's a part time hooker
Part time day, part time night
At least someone's getting laid.
I wake up from a sordid slumber
Did I imagine it all?
Who dares awaken me?
The mighty sound of thunder.
I stare from where I stand
Watching the midnight lights
On a murky lake
I see the shadows expand.
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I'm overworked, underpaid
"Why doesn't the clock strike sooner?"
I constantly whine
The most exciting part of my day
Is racing across the street
And grabbing that last falafel
Before the cart speeds away.
The elevator bell
I can't believe it still works
I must be earlier than usual
Oh, glorious falafel.
An empty park bench!
Why do I feel so lucky?
I check my soles for gum
A sticky mass I wrench.
Who is this woman? Why the haste?
I see through her clothes
And feel like a pervert
My eyes down her waist.
Unknown to the self, a tale is made
She's a part time hooker
Part time day, part time night
At least someone's getting laid.
I wake up from a sordid slumber
Did I imagine it all?
Who dares awaken me?
The mighty sound of thunder.
I stare from where I stand
Watching the midnight lights
On a murky lake
I see the shadows expand.
************************************************************************************
----------------
Now playing: Poets Of The Fall - Carnival Of Rust
via FoxyTunes ----------------
All written text is copyright of the writer/owner - © Arvind
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5 comments:
Reading the title, I expected something rather humorous. I am surprised at how the poem shifts. Good work.. Keep writing!
Hmmmm... I'm impressed! Its easy to write something with words sounding like they are newly hatched from a thesaurus. But this... beautiful!
wowo wow weeeee! wendy! nice stuff...i like the way your stuff just flows!
@ Rini -+>
Lol.. I was thinking along the lines of funny myself, but I wanted to try a different rhythmic pattern which had to look pretty and have a spot of subtle humour too..
I don't know how far along I came..
@ Macadamia The Nut -+>
Lol.. Some of my poems do need a thesaurus.. But they do make sense..
Once you refer the thesaurus that is.. Haha..
Thanks nonetheless.. :)
@ Farah -+>
Flows? Did you say flows??
My poems are drab most of the time.. This means the rhythmic theme actually worked! Yay! :)
Hmm..
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