...ever sat and thought of the scores of people all up in your space and wondered what value they add to your life, well i call them ingrates, bloody ingrates...

...Bloody Ingrates!...

Ingrates! Bloody ingrates
Round about me,
Their unpalatable dictates
Devoid of thought,
As men with brains that are rot,
Young and old alike
Black or White I dislike,
For seeking a sensible conversation
Is like searching for a black blonde,
A natural one for that matter

I'm appalled
At the scarcity of reason,
The escapism of sense,
The evident lack of intelligibility
In the numerous words of many lads,
And ladies of course
That lurk, round about me

A word of wisdom I seek,
A well thought out utterance,
One difficult to decipher
But once known,
Deserving applauding,
I need to get away,
From ingrates round about me

Poetry by kip
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Written on 2006-01-24 at 12:03

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I think about them everyday. And I want to chuck them everyday

Very well conjured piece...intense in disgust and deep with irritation! An immensely fiery approach to want of intellect that requires a great wealth of thought to come up with. Truly amazing but we both know i cant give you a 6! Kudos!!

liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well done :-)
love it .
sometimes you have to cut those sort of people out of your life for your onw sake.