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elephant
by Robbi SkaeraI'll just attack, that's fine
And if I can't fight, I'll just write
what colour is your elephant, and does it matter?
Mine's white.
I'll use an avatar, a hologram
And I'll hide myself away
what colour is your elephant, and does it matter?
Mine's gray.
My elephant stares me right in the face
and it doesn't blink. It just drinks.
what colour is your elephant, and does it matter?
Mine's pink.
I can't stand the sight of myself.
Maybe I died.
What colour is my elephant? It doesn't matter.
It's blind. 06/15/2023 Author's Note: sad little thing I might scream a bit later. I'm into black metal now since my voice is ruined.
love and waffles.
Posted on 06/15/2023
Copyright © 2024 Robbi Skaera
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 06/22/23 at 11:23 PM I really like this! But I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like black metal.
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| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/14/23 at 08:29 PM Splendid work. I love it when poets immerse themselves in the goings on of events outside themselves, and plummet down to the depths of whales, be they red white or blue the all of which matter not to the colorblind. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/14/23 at 08:30 PM Nix the whales and insert elephants. |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 07/22/23 at 12:45 AM Has the cadence of a noncommittal mantra in the best way possible. Would not sneeze and hearing it screamed at some point. |
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