Where all the words went
I used up all the words. I took all the adjectives and put them in my copy. I hoarded the nouns for my intro graphs, the verbs too. I even stole all the adverbs that nobody ever wants. There are no leftovers, I gave them all away. If I could find some words I would use them to write my simile/metaphor poem. But the only words around here belong to someone else.
“You’re like a picture on a fridge that’s never stocked with food.”
If I could write a poem composed only of Replacements’ lyrics, I’d be set. But I think that’s what the folks call plagiarism. See? I am not the only greedy one.
I hate when the words all are gone. It leaves me vulnerable and lonely. Work has consumed my every thought, and once I leave the building I stop thinking.
Therefore I am not.
Tags: Paul Westerberg & The 'Mats, Writing
Posted on Mon, 09 July 2007 at 10:59 pm
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