Misconstrued

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The purpose of this poem is incredibly, dare I say painstakingly, obvious. But I'll say it here just in case. All opinions are merely definitions of thought, and are therefore open to the manipulation of definition. You can agree with what I say, and yet have a completely different view on the situation. I have tried to incorporate some humor into that idea with this piece. Please comment and I hope you enjoy.

Submitted: January 21, 2008

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"Life?" he asked
"Life?"
"Life."
"Life…
"What can I say?
"Life is like a mattress,
"The bigger the impression you make while you’re there,
"The longer your impression will last once you’re gone"
"So in other words;
"If your really fat,
"People will remember you?"
"Not quite."
"So then,
"The longer you live,
"The longer you’re remembered."
"Not even close."
"Oh, I think I get it"
"Somehow, I doubt that."
"The more people you have with you in bed
"The more of an impression you’ll make on the world!"
"Yeah,
"Yeah, that’s exactly what I meant."
"Sweet!
"I’m gonna live on forever!"
"Fucking retard…"


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