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Another Sweet? Guy
Ask a girl out and
you will get a variety of responses.
'That's sweet but'¦'¦'
'You're a nice guy but'¦'¦'
'I don't want to ruin the friendship.'
(my personal favourite)
'You're not my type.'
'I've just got out of a relationship and'¦.'
'Yes.'
(I've heard about this one but I think it's an urban myth)
Ask a girl why and
you will get a variety on two responses.
'You just need to be yourself and it will happen naturally.'
'You're a sweet guy and she doesn't deserve you.'
Ask me what I say and
I will give you one variety of one response.
'Fuck 'em.'
'Fuck the ones who can't see past
the preconceived ideal that the media
or their peers have given them.'
'Fuck the ones who give you platitudes
because they see you exactly the same way.'
I have been told there are more fish in the sea;
You'll excuse me if carry a harpoon gun.
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| Hey Stuart! Its been ages..I love this.....hmm Im guilty of half of these "reasons." Harpoon gun..ha ha. Love this so true to life but with a sense of humor too. How cliche but hope since writing this the harpoon gun was able to snag a few fish,Sash |
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Comment by: Teri - 2007-08-01 19:26
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It's probably because I'm older than clay, but I liked this. I like it because it gives a view into the mind of man who's thought of a 'sweet guy' and a buddy and a pal - and I'm sure this sweet guy smiles when he's rejected and never says a word in his defense or give any other response than something sweet. Right?
I know. I got one like that over here. Basically shot him down for two years and he never said boo. But after ... well, the truth came out, and I'll bet he wanted to borrow your harpoon gun. Which, by the way, I laughed out loud at. Not your metaphorical harpoon gun ... YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Anyway, I enjoyed this, but again, I'm an old woman.
Teri xo |
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Hmmmm . . . while I like the sentiment, and the line about the harpoon gun, this poem doesn't really work for me. It's almost too angry, as if you sat down after a rejection and banged it out on the computer, muttering "Girls! Lousy, stinky witches, don't know a good thing when they see it, roar arrrgh grrrr!"
Also, I think you're missing an "I" in the last line.
I guess what I'm saying is that it doesn't really feel like a poem at all, more like a blog that got frisky with the formatting suite. |
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