It seems with my back still in disorder and not working today I’ve little else to do besides chatter on to you fine people.
First of all person or persons reading from India. I see you there and you’re amazing!
This poem is kind of humorous to me. It started off extremely seriously then took on some bizarre fantastical element. That’s one of the joys of creating, I can do whatever I want. This is, Paper Bag, March 24, 2018. All you other countries are beautiful too!
Swiftest derision is self critique
Momentary reprieve’s all you seek
Burning down fantastic efforts bold
Will hardly bring to you hordes of gold
Your dragon’s cave will surely look bare
Absent any jewels or treasure there
An empty heart is still so much worse
Than a dragon’s rage no matter terse.
I suppose the moment I thought of hordes of gold the dragon was irrevocable. TROGDOR! This is actually about my being too judgemental early on in a work and just scrapping the entire thing. Isn’t it way more fun with a dragon though!
Plus Dragon’s Rage could be taken as a subtle Pokemon reference which would surely further highlight my already well established coolness. Yeah…
A broken mind held together by cellophane and some tack.