NaPoWriMo 2013

Day 4

Write a poem with a name like:

Prosthetic Conscience

Irregular Apocalypse

Unfortunate Conflict of Interest

Gunboat Diplomat

Very Little Gravitas Indeed

A Series of Unlikely Explanations

Just Another Victim of the Ambient Morality

Jaundiced Outlook

Frank Exchange of Views

Lightly Seared on the Reality Grill

Falling Outside the Normal Moral Constraints

Abundance of Onslaught

Refreshingly Unconcerned With the Vulgar Exigencies of Veracity

.......

A Fine Disregard For Awkward Facts

  How many times a bunny will hop,

if he really is running his best?

How many calories do you really burn,

while you are taking your rest?

How hot is the sun,

on the coolest of days?

What is the world record,

for eating lays?

Do you really think I care,

what the answers are?

Why would I care,

when I'm not the star?

My sister, the freak,

that I know her to be,

will ask me these questions,

and she'll only ask me.

I hope that she'll realize,

and really quite soon,

that I really don't care,

of the size of the moon.

I really, yes, really,

could not care less,

so why does she always,

have to be such a pest?

I really don't care,

I have a fine disregard,

for all those many facts,

that I find so awkward.

I also wrote for fun: The Queen of Ice

My world flies

through scarlet skies

as planet turns

through flames that burn

The wings far spread

o're lands of dead

so white in ice

to roll the dice

to bet your life

and face the strife

to live or die

as tears you cry

to take your breath

to know your death

in warmth you breathe

as the earth seethes

so far below

the rooster crows

in farm towns warm

to face the swarm

the blizzard of death

that will steal their breath

you're the queen of ice

you've paid the price

and now you wait

outside of your gate

and await the march

of crystal starch

of men in ice

embedded in ice

you steal their life

you're the queen of ice.