It would make this poem more efficient and user friendly.
The act of eating reminds me I am alive.
Flossing daily helps, too.
Eating Pringles satisfies me more than real potatoes.
I make attachments with people who are "real"
but find real people elusive.
I rely on the internet to connect with people.
Does that make me a bad person?
Please don't answer that.
I feel that I am too sensitive a creature,
my feelers do their job excessively well.
In one hemisphere, my brain hurts.
Greg Santos
Paris, France
February 2, 2011
1 comment:
I like it Greg. Keep up the good work! Persistance in any craft is always aptly rewarded. Don't let the elusives get you down. They exist only for themselves; only 'think' they are real but are merely aggravating bumps in the road. The key thing also is....they are NOT artists, and true artists are truly real.
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