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who do you think you are, Sean Rooney?
by Nanette Bellmani've never had the opportunity
to sit with the devil in the desert,
making sand castles,
and discuss our roles
in some man's God game.
i haven't had to shake his hand
and strike deals to strike oil.
but it doesn't mean,
i don't know him on a first name basis.
i may have never pointed a barrel
but i've stared down one on my knees.
my idea of post traumatic stress
isn't the same,
because i bring it all on my self.
why yes, this baggage is heavy,
but i'm a fucking body builder
in the gym everyday. 02/25/2009 Author's Note: why yes i do.
Posted on 02/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Betania Tesch on 02/26/09 at 04:15 AM This is really catchy. I'm sure that's not what you're going for, but it has a gritty country song appeal. I look forward to reading more of your work! Very nice. I love the smarmy under-the-table-ness of this. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/26/09 at 02:21 PM I almost read the title as" Who do you think you are? huh, who, no really, who? Sean Rooney? Please!! It's like your talking about someone that doesn't measure up to...well..me hah. Love it nan! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/26/09 at 03:20 PM ...nan, this is too much, i read it 'regular' the first time seeing how you might 'beat-up' sean, then read it a couple more times and about the third time, i was stuck on the last two SOBERING lines...'you're in the gym[read: world-daily living] everyday' gal, that issss heaavvvveee! love it as a metaphor, |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/26/09 at 04:15 PM You say what I can't. thanks |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/26/09 at 07:29 PM Very gritty, gutsy work! The last 2 lines sum it all up and tie it together. Interesting read- grat write! |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 09/21/09 at 11:49 AM everyone beat the $#%@ out of me here. I don't think that was Nanetee's intention. :) |
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