Group Therapy

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Group Therapy

By Indelibleink




Whilst staring at letters in my soggy alphabet soup,
saw an e-mail from the "TRADITIONAL POETRY GROUP" .
I postponed my date with the Inferno via Dante,
and read a message from the leader (that would be Monty ).

Upon the group's misfortunes Monty 's message was centered,
for as of its writing, only six poems were entered.
Put me in a quandary - more so than you would ever think,
these have been very trying times for Indelibleink !

Since March I've been working long 12-hour days for the man,
leaving precious little time, Monty , to work on my tan!
And just think what that's done to my writing obligations -
I'm now persona non grata in three or four nations.

And if you just look around this site, it's more of the same,
like there is a bulls-eye around Indelibleink 's name.
Just who, you may ask, are these highly-agitated tribes,
waiting for contributions from me?: Let's start with "The Scribes" .

Monty , it didn't take long to stir up another fuss,
as they're also getting restless at "Non-Humans R Us" .
The "Forty or More Still Rockin' Group"  now calls me a louse,
but cut me some slack - I'm trying to paint my friggin' house.

And another group who will not forever remain fond,
are my recently discovered friends at "The Talent Pond" .
Let us not forget, too, those fun contests of which I dream,
one that looks like lots of fun is "A MidSummer Night's Scream" .

I used to post in my blog whenever so I did please,
but now it's considered rare to write in "Blogged Arteries " !
And if someone might be a good sport and lend me a broom,
There are some cobwebs adorning "Indelible's Guest Room" ...

It's not a matter of "if" but more a matter of "when,"
Ex-  "Active Rising Stars, 2006-2012" !
So forgive me, Monty , for I do mean it when I say,
I just didn't have the time to write for your contest today!


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32 lines

14 syllables per line (but I'm pretty sure that's counting backwards)

(Author's Notes: I found that the best way to read this poem is to play Revolution No. 9 by the Beatles, while drinking a Banana Smoothie using fried skins from month-old bananas (shaken - not stirred).  Also, according to The Code of Writing Dot Com Regulations (CWDCR) Chapter 2, Paragraph 4, Section 8, Subsection 6, Line 3, (and I quote), "When a writer or poet chooses to use someone's handle or group name in his/her poem, and the changing of one's handle or group name will destroy the rhyme scheme of said poem, it is illegal to change handle or group name without prior written consent of the author, especially if that author happens to be Indelibleink ."

So there you have it. You can't just make this stuff up.)