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When I sulk

Oh, I’ve sulked,
Stridden away,
Hidden in that neck of the woods
At the bottom of my garden
Where mountains grow,
And trees breed strange fruit
For my dark pleasure –
I’ve travelled on rockets,
Seen the stars,
Kissed the soul of the moon
And wondered exactly what it is that worms feel.

See ?
I’ve been there,
Done things,
Cursed curses,
Kicked ass,
Fired guns
And blown up buildings.

When I sulk
I travel the world,
Shoot strangers,
Create mountains,
Fly to the sun,
Ride on planets,
Drift on the seas,
Wash the face of the moon.

When I sulk
I pick up loose women,
Drive fast cars,
Hurt cats,
Make Nobel discoveries,
And win prizes.

Yes – when I sulk
I really, REALLY sulk,
Sulk ’till all trace of my sulk have gone,
Sulk ’till the earth is filled deep with gloom
And trees wish they could all die,
Sulk in an all-out battle of will between all worlds!

Then, feeling better, I meander back in,
Insouciant as if nothing’s happened,
(Or ever could),
Keeping all my dirty little secrets
In one small smile
I hide behind my face.

When I sulk, I really, really REALLY sulk.

Oct. 2001


A poem all about how brilliantly I sulk.

3 Comments     0 Pings

By Emalee Mon Dec 16th 2013 at 6:38 pm  

I was going to do it butt it had a swear

By miss portia p Wed Jul 11th 2012 at 9:17 am  

cool.im speechless but dat ws very impressive and believe me…it takes a lot to impress me.gud job

By Shirley Tue Mar 1st 2011 at 9:24 pm  

This is your best writing yet!

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