I was asked at work a few days ago what my creed is. My arbitrary rules or morals by which I live. Unable to answer immediately, I waffled on about something stupid, but its been picking at the corners of my mind ever since. So as I usually do in these situations, I wrote a poem. A poem filled with lush metaphors and imagery and similes to spare. I thought it one of my greatest works, perfectly capturing the basics of my view of the world around me. As usual, I then typed my poem into Google to see if anyone had previously written something similar enough to prevent me from publishing this poem. I got no results, so I picked out the key themes from the piece, simplified them, removed the metaphors and wrote it in laments terms. I then realized that my poem was essentially an artsy wank version of hey hey were the Monkees. Less me being the Monkees, and instead playing the role of myself. It has led me to question my fundamental beliefs of the universe.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 12:54:23 +0000
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