I Won! I Won! I Won!
On a whim.. and one late night avoiding writing, I wrote a BAD poem for Chip Macgregor’s Bad Poetry contest and I won…among others in uniquely bad catergories.
And the poem, I will probably not frame and hang on my wall, that won…
“But if you want strange visions, take a look at this year’s WORST PROZAC POEM, from Gina Conroy, who really needs to have the doctor up her meds:”
Secret Admirer
My love for you is full and overflowing
Like my bladder after I can no longer hold it
Like I want to hold you…But you are not here
And I don’t blame you, well, yes I do.
I blame you for everything.
My depression, the medications, my therapist’s bill.
My Prozatic double vision wouldn’t be so bad if I saw two of you.
And the nightmares from hell might be bearable
if I woke up next to you.
And the drool on my pillow, shouldn’t be there.
It should be you, on my pillow, but you’re not.
You’re safe in your warm bed, snuggled next to your…dog
who’s on your pillow…drooling.
And you don’t care! You lie there like I don’t even exist.
Like I’m not knocking on the window of your heart.
I feel my soul emptying of life,
like my bladder right now on your lawn,
and that’s your fault too!
What do YOU think??? 😉
