I have a craving for insults
Because I desperately crave your insults
Again and again I come to you.
I have a craving for insults.
When first we met, you beat me black and blue
But here I am again
I have a craving for injury.
You call me in with mirages in your closed fist
"Fame, Frienship," I hear you mumble
I have a craving for mirages.
These days I can sense you from afar
And tailwagging I come.
Yes, I have a craving for insults.
Again and again I come to you.
I have a craving for insults.
When first we met, you beat me black and blue
But here I am again
I have a craving for injury.
You call me in with mirages in your closed fist
"Fame, Frienship," I hear you mumble
I have a craving for mirages.
These days I can sense you from afar
And tailwagging I come.
Yes, I have a craving for insults.
Labels: poetry
Selected by khuto |
15:05 |
2 Comments:
I liked this one alot!
To me, it speaks of the constant dilemma of a writer; criticism (insults) may not be great for the writer's ego, but they spell attention. And what is a writer is his/her work isn't noticed?
<< "Fame, Friendship" I hear you mumble...">> - the writer's dream of eventual success and adulation?
I may be reading too much into it - tell me if I'm way off the mark!
Accolades and excoriation, in equal measure, is what it's all about, just like Rats' different shades of red!Keep coming back, please!
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