The Daily Blues

The above is based loosely on a true story. Ever so loosely, as suggested...

Originally posted by lokutus-prime:

I've long come to accept that poetry is not widely appreciated or liked by many in OC

I couldn't care less whether poetry is appreciated or not, in OC or in other places. If something of the sort comes to me and I find it amusing I will publish it. I regard this site as a noticeboard/scrapbook where I just put whatever I feel like. Whether people will check it out or not - well, that's up to them.

It's much like writing stuff for a magazine or a newspaper. You write it and the editors put it somewhere in the paper, and most of the time you don't know if anybody at all reads it, so... I'm sort of accustomed to that. Except I don't get payed for this.

Nice when people comment, though. So, thanks.

I think I know how you feel. I know some fellow writers who care very much for poetry as both a mode of expression and a cultural tradition. They carry poetry in their hearts and souls and have very strong emotions toward this particular form.

I'm afraid, it doesn't go that deep with me, if you know what I mean.

It's just, that sometimes the words come to me in a poetic form, mostly in verses and sometimes even accompanied by a tune. And sometimes these verses/songs are so amusing to me, that I find them worth communicating.

Like the above.

Thank you very much.

I do not recall the situation in question, since they are legio, but I do recall having suffered from different forms of bowel management issues over the years. I fell down a hole in a roof once in the quest of feces execution. I was alone on the roof of a building when it came over me, and I sat down right there, and my movements must have trickered the wood work of the roof. I fell right through with my trousers round my knees.

It was in no way a delicate experience. More Charlie Bronson than Elton John.

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Now, that one did not come out right. Elton in a shitstorm. Whatever.