I feel the need to apologize for this post:), especially to my conservative readers who might feel offended. I also want to explain how I came up with the
poem, note (I don’t think I can call it a poem, don’t want to offend the poem police).
I was talking to a friend, who I think is an amazing writer via email (check her out on amazon.com; Kay Akinmade) and she suggested that I enter a writing competition. I explained that I was not sure I could handle being judged by people like that; still I decided to check it out. I wanted to see what other entrants and past winners had submitted.
As I looked through the poems, I was overly impressed. People used words in ways that were just phenomenal. I spent almost an hour just lost in poems, and as I read one after another, I knew I had to step my game up, I didn’t think any of my poems would make the cut. Afterwards I decided to sit down and do some deep writing. I wanted to write something that deserved attention, and possibly a prize. I wanted to move readers the way I was moved by the poems I had just read.
The following note is what I came up with (hands over my face in shame:)). Needless to say I have not entered any competition yet. I don’t think I would anytime soon. Please don’t let this note turn you off. I do have some pretty cool stuff to write and talk about; it’s just sometimes my dirty mind takes over. I promise there would be something more intellectual tomorrow:).
Reading all their work
I start to ponder
I couldn’t possibly attempt to enter
Or even seek to win the contests
Their work seems so deep,
Past mediocre, very prolific,
They appear so rich,
So I attempt to go
Above my usual self
And become extraordinary
I try to be profound,
to join the club of intellectuals
And deep thinkers
whose works I found so
But all I could come up with
was this note in tow,
And a letter to my lover,
about last night…
With a picture of his Dick!