An Ode of Doggerel: To an Odious Dissolute Cur!
December 21st 2008 09:17
I dedicate the following poem to an erstwhile friend. A person whom did not deserve my friendship, nor shall ever regain my trust, nor bask in my supportive presence again. This ode is my personal, spiritual astringent; to wash and strip away, to exorcise, any remnants of forgiveness I may naturally harbour, and relegate this loathsome parasitical opportunist to the public sewer, where he belongs. And I enjoyed writing every single syllable of it! I hope you too will enjoy it, as much as the spectators of the Roman Colosseum relished watching the lions, tear apart the hapless Christians!
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An Ode of Doggerel: To an Odious Dissolute Cur!
'Vox Publicus',
'Vox Publicus';
my how ridiculous,
your ego fatuous,
certainly be!
Your self-appraisal,
all nasal pontifical,
with fly blown buzz words,
of sullaged symmetry;
so redolent,
of prosaic poetry!
Boastfully you bellow;
'My words are hallowed!',
yet really they're merely,
shavings of ravings,
from a callow and craven,
insightless soul.
Devious and deluded,
your parasitic conscience squirms,
within a cerebral junta,
of puerile juvenilia!
Definition of Self-Torture: Mediocre talent craving critical success!
Original Photo Credit:
GNU Free Documentation License Link
Adapted Artwork Overlay on Photo : fog
An Ode of Doggerel: To an Odious Dissolute Cur!
'Vox Publicus',
'Vox Publicus';
my how ridiculous,
your ego fatuous,
certainly be!
Your self-appraisal,
all nasal pontifical,
with fly blown buzz words,
of sullaged symmetry;
so redolent,
of prosaic poetry!
Boastfully you bellow;
'My words are hallowed!',
yet really they're merely,
shavings of ravings,
from a callow and craven,
insightless soul.
Devious and deluded,
your parasitic conscience squirms,
within a cerebral junta,
of puerile juvenilia!
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Comment by Lilla
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
'My words are hallowed!',
yet really they're merely,
shavings of ravings,
from a callow and craven,
insightless soul.
A most eloquent rant,
to a deserving sychophant?
your words far supplant,
their meaning.
Bravo!
Wishing you a Very Merry Christmas Holiday.
Lilla ...
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
yes, it seems I struck a rich vein of poetic creativity, maybe "revenge poetry" is really my best forte'....
This ex-pal of mine was a real sly user, but not a bad composer, just a better parasite and only sought one's friendship when he was out of money!
cheers
fog
Comment by Always Eighteen
Always Eighteen
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
hehe! tanx for the comment and compliment...the bastard deserves it, and more, but that would be inflating his position of importance in my mind!
he is an ex-friend!
cheers
fog