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Suburban Horror (Sonnet) by phbiscuit I've been patently dismal this past week
A wretch of a man, submerged in despair
With no wish to laugh when my neighbor speaks,
I do not wish to patronize nor dare
To give in and become dead as the crow
Laying peacefully on the plate I take
And eat from, happily knowing how low
I have sunk as I complacently rake
My front yard so the neighbors will all see
How dreadfully suburban my brand new
Car, toaster, microwave and TV can be
Just wait till they witness what I will do
When I do not trim the bushes in a row,
I'll laugh ever so politely as I go.
Up the ladder:
The Poison
Down the ladder:
power
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Posted: September 28, 2002 2:37 PM PDT; Last modified: November 3, 2002 5:26 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.68314 Overall Rank: 1989 Comments:
to hell add to hell at the end and it would be a sonic sonnet..here's a 7.
Suburbia is a good subject for poetry. Thank god I have left it to live in the big city of Swansea.
eating crow and living large. way to go.
I love this. Sole flaw is the plural on speak (s). Could you re-work the line? Something like "Retreating when my neighbor cares to speak"
The end was a toss, and you need an i in patiently, otherwise some very good parts. 7.
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