Merde

This is an uninspired poem, inspired by un-inspiration.

There once was a blade of grass,

it had the spiny edges of a Betelgeuse hack saw,

and a brown spot on one side. 

It sat in the heat of summer, 

waiting for a new haircut from the mower.

Occasionally, an ant would climb to its peak, 

a sentry on guard, watching out for the Mother.

Long Live The Queen. 

The blade of grass would never become a dancer. 

Whitehouse is brutally right. 

"What do you want to be when you grow up?

Certainly not raped. "

Music and movies make a huge impact on me... They are like mood determinators, I can watch a romantic french film and feel an insane urge to call my boyfriend, or watch a contemporary assassin flick, and want to order a M14 off the internet. Music is the same, I can listen to a genre such as punk or alt, and immediately I notice something different in me. I love the way it works, its so interesting. I must experiment... This also sounds like a good start for a story... a character who becomes a different person for each genre of music he/she listens to...YES