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A weird poem about contractions that came to me and I knew that I needed to write it. |
-Contractions- by Keaton Foster Contractions Fractions Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't Complete words Jammed together Broken thoughts Half assed into an idea Too lazy to write Grammar Nazi I am not Writing as much as I have Has made me slightly better I am excellent at making The same mistakes Over and over again Punctuation I hate most Obviously, I know That you know that Far better than me My readership is up I wish that I could say that My return business was as such No one buys my books Unless they need something to burn It has been said, not by me That poetry is a deceased Form of self-expression Such a medium went The way of the dinosaur Extinction through saturation Obliteration through mass consumerism Nonetheless, here I am Stupid is, as stupid does If I did not have writing I would probably be drinking Or things far worse to numb The very idea of my own existence Contractions are shortened versions Of long words forced together Often by lazy spellers They serve a finite purpose There is only a handful of them Like homophones, they are a pain In my uptight, pasty white ass Ten thousand poems and counting I still find myself thinking Ok is it "their" or there" Really sad but true I have an MBA and I still would be Lost in every possible way If it was not for my Word processors auto-corrector Right about now I am sure That you are asking Why am I even reading this Pseudo abortion called a poem Good fucking question Maybe I should pose it In another poem of course… Contractions Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |