And I Know It's Blunt but Whatever
And I know it’s blunt but whatever
I have grown so tired of any kind of texts about love
and I have become so indifferent to both the happy
and the sad endings. The sugar coated and the bittersweet.
It makes my eyes itch and I think I’m possibly allergic
to cliché. And all that nonsense about emotions.
It has been done so may times. And, why, yes, I am
also guilty as charged. I’ll admit. Which makes me
sort of a hypocrite. But aren’t we allowed to change?
And I did a one-eighty turn on this matter and lately
it all really gets to me. I feel I’m entitled to whine.
Hate the sinner, not the sin is what I am going for
and I think it’s working. Kind of anyway. But I
cannot (will not. I actually refuse to) really hate it.
And since I fail so miserably at ignoring, I turned
to simply disliking it and settled for that. Ah, yes.
You may wonder where I am going with this and if it
even has a point. The truth is that I only complain for
the sake of complaining. And it’s really all just because
I’m in a bad mood right now. But I am truly
allergic to cliché. Make no mistake. I just like to nitpick.
(And I use ‘and’ as many times as I like, even though
I just can’t stand repetition. Poorly done repetition,
of course. But I’m saving that for next time…)
Copyright © 2007
I have grown so tired of any kind of texts about love
and I have become so indifferent to both the happy
and the sad endings. The sugar coated and the bittersweet.
It makes my eyes itch and I think I’m possibly allergic
to cliché. And all that nonsense about emotions.
It has been done so may times. And, why, yes, I am
also guilty as charged. I’ll admit. Which makes me
sort of a hypocrite. But aren’t we allowed to change?
And I did a one-eighty turn on this matter and lately
it all really gets to me. I feel I’m entitled to whine.
Hate the sinner, not the sin is what I am going for
and I think it’s working. Kind of anyway. But I
cannot (will not. I actually refuse to) really hate it.
And since I fail so miserably at ignoring, I turned
to simply disliking it and settled for that. Ah, yes.
You may wonder where I am going with this and if it
even has a point. The truth is that I only complain for
the sake of complaining. And it’s really all just because
I’m in a bad mood right now. But I am truly
allergic to cliché. Make no mistake. I just like to nitpick.
(And I use ‘and’ as many times as I like, even though
I just can’t stand repetition. Poorly done repetition,
of course. But I’m saving that for next time…)
Copyright © 2007
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I have other poems* that are written in a similar kind of style. So I have decided to link them together and make them a collection, or a series. They are supposed to be snapshots of the lives of two best friends. And to make it easier for everyone to tell the two of them apart I’m going to call the two friends Dante and Virgil. This particular poem is a Virgil snapshot.* “God help those who help themselves”
*ATTENTION! Just take it already.
* I’ve Had it With Your Hypocrisy
* Feel free to keep ignoring me
* In Fear I Tread So Softly Through Each Day
*High School