some deleted user
on Plastic Man by lukehanney
9 Oct 2002, 5:44 AM
Quality poem
Perhaps I was impersonating the great McGonagall and his improbable rhymes.
The stronger your girders you do build
The less chance you have of being killed
It's meant to be a load of rubbish. At least I didn't nick it from the Kinks.
What a load of rubbish, however it does rhyme.
Simplicity is often very effective, as it is here. But the poem itself speaks of complexity, if innate notions can change from black to white, all stability is destroyed.
Amusing. Why not send some flour through the post so it looks like anthrax, and work gets evacuated? Note to CIA man reading this: That's a joke.
Some lovely couplets. Yes, creativity can be a necessary part of life - but surely you have the tools of the poet?
Very nice. It makes a change from all the people showing off how many rude words they know.
There's a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We don't understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We can't get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
How's it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
um...dang it...nope I can't say I can whisel my way out of that one DA, but still mocking me with out a jk, or indicating that you where 'messin' around. LoL!! =) and I know your not slow...and I don't mean to give off this Bitch aperience...and good poem Anthony
Are you Ray Davies? If not, nice bit of plagiarism!
It's not actually a poem about the rhombus faced singer. I don't really know what it's about. There is simply something pleasingly lyrical about the word.
Because as flies to boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.
Sophie Ellis Bextor? Don't get hung up on geometry.
I know alot about poems, so if I were you, I wouldn't say something foolish, beside I'm not a child.... But I guess you are since you critize people when you don't know a damn shit about them. If I were you I'd take a minute to think about what you're saying, and a poem can't be a story, it's a reason it's called a story and not a poem.
Can a poem not tell a story? You are a misguided fool. Run along my child, and concentrate your desultory comments on a subject you at least have an inkling about next time.
Oh my God, what are you to talk about good and bad poems? You don't know shit.
Excuse me, but this is not a poem, it's a story. Silly isn't it? A poem is not a story.... I thought you knew that, you who knows so much, huh?
Woeful. 0. If I had a pound for every outpouring of teenage angst that I've read on this site, I'd be a very rich man. There's nothing particularly wrong with your words apart from being a masterclass in how to write dull cliches, but PLEASE change the subject matter and stop sounding so whiny and pathetic. Look up unoriginal in the dictionary, and this poem would be there. I am offended to my core.
I liked, it was a short poem, but it said so much.