Trial of a Bouy


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If you've ever eaten too much cheese and subsequently became constipated, this poem is dedicated to you.

Trial of a Bouy

I am a buoy in a sea of melancholy.

A fisherman snags me on

His line as sharp as a razor,

Dividing right and wong,

Cutting to pieces the words of this song

The tide drives me upon my own convictions

And I die by the hand of self imposed morality.


It is all my fault,

I cast my shadow

Upon the rocks of time.

I watched it die,

Then walked away.

I no longer worry about the rhyme,

or wipe the tears from my eye,

But the shadow followed me to my dismay.


Here at life's canyons

Throw my voice to the wind.

No one hears the distorted

Echo of my voice.

Don't tell me what to do,

I am the Co-Author of this autobiography!

Don't worry, cause

The jury already delivered the verdict

before court was even in session

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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