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Post by cry,crayola. on Nov 25, 2006 22:24:06 GMT -8
All this silverware confuses me. Can i not just use one fork throughout the dinner? These customs are foreign and, quite frankly, pointless.
Generally, the manners and appropriate etiquette. Who determines these accepted factors, anyways? I'd like to introduce them to a new concept. No one cares.
To make me into something I'm not and don't even wish to become. To fit your obnoxious rules and standards; that's not priority. The idiocy of politeness and folded napkins. Are you trying to make me a trained monkey?
Or a minion, a robot, some absurd calling card to impress your friends.
Am I only an illusion of a person, some kind of manufactured silhouette?
When will I be allowed to be myself? I'm not even sure if there's such a thing. Behind all of your schools and tea parties, that's where I lie.
And someday, I'll release myself from this nightmare.
For now, Lady, which of these identical utensils is appropriate, since they're all highly qualified for their specific types of food? this isn't at all what it was supposed to turn out to be, but i've been having problems with that lately. really, just help it out. and is the last stanza okay, or should it be left out?
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 26, 2006 17:16:46 GMT -8
hmmm, very unusual and not at all what i expected. i, however like it. and i think the last stanza was fine. and i like the humor of the topic. question- can i steal your title and write a completely different type of poem with it? i really love it and it grabbed my attention and gave me an idea which, quite frankly, i haven't had in a long time.
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Post by cry,crayola. on Nov 26, 2006 17:45:31 GMT -8
go ahead with the title.
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Post by ScarletMornings on Nov 26, 2006 20:16:01 GMT -8
mmm muchos gracias, mi amor.
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