scat fable

i once stood on a dog shit
while rushing about my day
it saved my life

i slid on the pavement
and seriously damaged my back
i couldn’t walk for months

and now
i don’t take life
quite as seriously
as i once did

knowing full well the wisdom
that a sore back may bring
with peace and convalescence
after slipping on a dog shit

-a kind of stepping back
from things

:wink:

Lol. Another good example of the comic effect of mixing high and low material.

Re your sig, I’ve got a suggestion for a replacement for #2: “Every man must have his hour of revenge” -Kane, Dragonfire, Doctor Who. :wink:

Honestly, I think this poem is shit.

I think its prose, just cut up.

cut up? What exactly do you mean by that?

I never cut up words and pieve them together. Not at all. I wrote this striaght within 4mintues. It’s a simple tale. It’s not much at all…

Quite right…

I just meant it would have been just as effective as prose.

Like you said… it’s a tale. Poetry is a knot, this is a straight length of rope.

Either way it’s a cool shit tale…