Destroy This PoemDestroy This PoemDestroy This Poem by niedec
To the person grading this poem
To the kind, patient woman hovering over this with a pen
Waiting to say kind, patient words in response, do me a favor:
Dont Patronize me.
I did not slave over this with hammer and anvil
Shaping it into a masterpiece.
I didnt paint it onto the ceiling of some church,
Going blind from the pain and the stress.
I didnt even turn this in on time.
And while Im writing this in my fifth-period economy class,
You can bet Im not concerned with iambs and troches and Italian terza rima.
No, Im concerned with how much water is left in my water bottle.
This isnt a masterpiece.
Who are we kidding?
Youre not going to hurt it, and you most certainly arent going to hurt me.
Dont patronize me.
I want you to destroy my work.
I want you to rip it to shreds with sadistic dominatrix glee.
Tear it apart from margin to margin;
Laugh openly at its crippled, struggling body.
|My name for all intents and purposes is Bane LeStrata. I prefer to be called Pocket Seme, though! ^.^ I'm eighteen and probably the gayest, most vulgar person in my circle of friends. Though I'm sure I pale in comparison to most trolls, I like to think of myself as somewhat of a successful troll. My hobbies include writing Yaoi and Fantasy stories. And I'm in love with ukes. >x> I love me some ukes. Mmmmm. And as much as I love ukes, there is only ONE I adore. That would be my fiancee, Ernesto. He is the best uke a seme could ask for. Gorgeous, sweet, funny, smart, talented. I love him to death. He is often the one who gives me inspiration when I write. Racy scenes and all.|