Today once again features the works of Miss Emily K Proeber. This is one of my favorites that she has written and I hope you enjoy it too. Her comments on it shall be at the end.
Also, if you are a poet and would like to be featured on a Poetry Day, please let me know! I’d be more than happy to share your work here on Inkblabber.
Pop Culture Love Song
I’m told to love things
in magazines, skinny
slutty size twos, clean-
shaven faces, spiked up
and satiny hair, we’ve all been
autotuned to mediocrity
with a pretty face well
frankly
I don’t give a damn
I’ll pile all your flaws, three sizes
too large
on my ramshackle heart, I’ll
bear their burden, pull them
all the way up to the top of the mount when
you crumple it, like
used wrapping paper, I’m just
another one of the whos
a face you can’t see, though
what big eyes you have, Mr. Owl
how many looks will it take
for you to see that you are my chocolaty
center, making me melt, just
give me a break, let down
your hair, your firewall, I’m no
virus, I’m your non-drowsy,
congested-stuffy head, sore
throat, cough, aching, fever
so you can get through the day medicine –
registered trademark –
guaranteed for life, full
refund, no questions asked, I
Promise.
and I can be yours for only
three easy payments of
respect, if you call me
right
now
Poet’s notes: “ha, this is ridiculous. not sure where it came from, but i kinda like it.”