Sticks and stones
Throw a stick and I might get struck
Throw a stone and I suppose I’ll duck
But throw a name that sticks with me for ever
It’ll hurt just as worse, no matter how clever
This witty humor translates as disrespect
you say these words unaware of there effects
You laugh and claim its just a joke
A needle isn’t funny especially when your poked
This is more serious than it may seem
Sticks and stones brake bones
And names lower self esteem
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Me | 5 | 06/07/2009 |
| What do you mean? | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
| Speak | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
| Pimp | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| My back | 2 | 06/07/2009 |
| Don’t | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Grandma | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Maybe | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Get by | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
| Live | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Cry | 2 | 05/28/2009 |
| starved | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Aids angel | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Sticks and stones | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Think | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Shadow of me | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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