Ruthless rivals ramble raw rubbish; raving, ranting, rotting. Rage rage rage!
Anonymous, apathetic anguished alone; awaiting answers, Rage rage rage!
Gleeful, glorified greedy geniuses generating glad-gospels, Rage rage rage!
Evil egomaniacs' endless embellished epics echo eternally, Rage rage rage!
Great poem Mae, it even reads like an angry rant. Still, you know what's better than getting mad, getting even. As ever, love it!
J. x
Very cleverly put together this Mae. I don't think there could be any doubt what this could be about. I am interested what prompted this.
Love it
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Mae Foreman
Mon 24th Jun 2019 20:27
Thank you all, for liking and commenting!
Dear Martin,
First of all thank you for stopping by again! I assume that it sounds to the reader as though it was prompted by politics perhaps... Or... I don't know l, you tell me! But it was actually inspired people's relationships, as are most of my pieces. Just... the "ways of mankind".
Dear Jason,
Thank you for the support, as always! I've never tried getting even...The best I've achieved so far is to write borderline-incopmprehensible, ranting, angry poetry! I'm the kind of person that implodes instead of exploding, sadly for me, thankfully for the rest of the world!
Thank you gentlemen ?
Mae