01-09-2016, 04:16 PM
Hello! This is the first time I've poested poetry on any kind of forum. I am pretty novice at poetry and I'm sure it's riddled with cliches, but you are most welcome to completely deconstruct it and offer it to me, piece by piece. I know it reads more like rap lyrics, but that's what I used to think all poetry should read like. (Also, on a side not. This is not about myself.) So here it is:
First Edit:
"Fuck it!" He said. "I’ll be my own father figure."
I’ll pour the Wheaties in my bowl
so I can raise myself a winner.
I hit a homer, tried to phone her,
left a message at the beep;
crying “Mama! Won’t you help me? I can’t seem to fall asleep!”
I think I need a diamond ring,
or at least a bullet. 'Cause that fucking bird won't sing.
Cock it, finger, trigger, pull it.
Except the bullet is for me.
Bang! I'll be sleeping deep.
Who needs birds to sing me dreams?
Who needs bling for inner peace?
Maybe me.
Original:
He said fuck it! I’ll be my own father figure.
I’ll pour the Wheaties in my bowl so I can raise myself a winner
And I’ll go to every game, and be the loudest one to shout, when the ref treats me unfairly or the umpire says I’m out.
I hit a homer, tried to phone her, left a message at the beep; crying “Mama! Won’t you help me? I can’t seem to fall asleep!”
I think I need a diamond ring, or at least a bullet. 'Cause that fucking bird won't sing. Cock it, finger, trigger, pull it.
Except the bullet is for me. Bang! I'll be sleeping deep.
Who needs birds to sing me dreams? Who needs bling for inner peace?
Maybe me.
I never had a father to relieve bad dreams of living and tell me to just believe.
First Edit:
"Fuck it!" He said. "I’ll be my own father figure."
I’ll pour the Wheaties in my bowl
so I can raise myself a winner.
I hit a homer, tried to phone her,
left a message at the beep;
crying “Mama! Won’t you help me? I can’t seem to fall asleep!”
I think I need a diamond ring,
or at least a bullet. 'Cause that fucking bird won't sing.
Cock it, finger, trigger, pull it.
Except the bullet is for me.
Bang! I'll be sleeping deep.
Who needs birds to sing me dreams?
Who needs bling for inner peace?
Maybe me.
Original:
He said fuck it! I’ll be my own father figure.
I’ll pour the Wheaties in my bowl so I can raise myself a winner
And I’ll go to every game, and be the loudest one to shout, when the ref treats me unfairly or the umpire says I’m out.
I hit a homer, tried to phone her, left a message at the beep; crying “Mama! Won’t you help me? I can’t seem to fall asleep!”
I think I need a diamond ring, or at least a bullet. 'Cause that fucking bird won't sing. Cock it, finger, trigger, pull it.
Except the bullet is for me. Bang! I'll be sleeping deep.
Who needs birds to sing me dreams? Who needs bling for inner peace?
Maybe me.
I never had a father to relieve bad dreams of living and tell me to just believe.