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The Messiah I will tell stories. They will look at me quizzically, and their grandmother will gaze away. The fat one will say, through his painted mouth of ice cream, “they are all lies.†They will be happy and laugh. In the corner, the odd one, lean, full of unperturbed turbulence, will whisper to himself, “that means they are true.†He is the one I wait for. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2011-07-30 22:22:14
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.71429
Truly unique and wonderfully written poem. The humor injected is appreciated with visuals of the fat man, and his ice cream - as the lean one knows in a calm manner - that
all the lies are true. The happy ones represent the need to laugh & enjoy,
and I too would wait for the lean one. He knows, without
a doubt the most important lesson in life -
Fantastic,
Blessings,
Deni