TRANSFORMERS
The transformer blew
just about a block from my place
the other night.
The power was out
for a good 36 hours.
During that time,
I found myself
stumbling into things
in the dark.
Like walls, tables,
doors, chairs,
and even a desk.
Perhaps I should have turned on some lights
or maybe opened my eyes a bit.
You thought this poem
was going to be about the movie,
didn’t you?
Or at least about the toys...
How does it feel to be so wrong?
Monday, June 21, 2010
Transformers
Here's a little poem I whipped up when I realised today was Monday and I had nothing to post. It's not the best, but meh... whatever. That's not the point, is it?!
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It feels pretty good to be wrong since that was awesome. LOL
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