Strugr: an original poem

Strugr

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Monday, August 10, 2009

an original poem

Smile though your scalp is flaking;
Smile, even though it's caking:
When Selsun Blue stings your eye
You'll get by
If you smile through your stifled groaning
Smile, and the Selsun, foaming
Will look like ice cream on your head;
Or marshmellow spread:

Smile, though your hair is straked in
Pieces of skin, sun-baked in:
When there is snow on your comb
Though your home
Is in warm, southern climal regions,
Smile, you could be Norwegians:
You can pretend it's all in style
If you'll just smyle.

This is the first canto of a long poem about dandruff: I hope the post-post modern sentiment on the meaning of life has been made undecipherable here with sufficient clarity. It's a dark piece: I was depressed when I wrote it. The female had just burned some bacon.

Labels: poetry about dandruff

posted by Zack @ 8/10/2009 10:21:00 AM

2 Comments:

At 8/10/2009 11:32:00 AM, Holly said…

None of the depth clearly hidden in this poem escaped me. I waded in it up to my ankles, and when I stepped out, the water level receded to about 1/2 inch.I left no white flakes in the ink-like depths, but this is only because I wore a bathing cap lest the middle of the pond be deeper than anticipated. It wasn't.
At 8/10/2009 11:41:00 AM, Zack said…

Holly you should always wear a bathing cap when reading my blog. Or when doing anything else, in my opinion. As per my posts on modesty, you never know when you're going to fall into a river.

The middle of the poem was a line break. The symbolism of that is probably beyond you.

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