I’ve got an itch; inside my brain;
it is called a cliq,
they build a wall; slate by hate;
to make the room so sick,
mob handed; they decide,
who is in, and out,
for lesser kings and queens; do need
to make their curse and shout,
such affliction; friend’s decay,
the fume is proud and thick,
so nice a cure; to hear it so,
the cricking of a cliq!
(N.B. A foreign flame in homely throng,
sometimes can right every wrong!)
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Cliqs, noun, definition: a group of sordid like-minded people, who disgustingly celebrate exclusivity and elitism, and therefore are grotesque practitioners of division. We have all been victims of them, be it governments all over the world, irritating stale bullies at school, or simply a team of staff members promoting poor social tensions such as "pub politics! The fact of the matter is, is that we are all in the same storm called life, and we as a species are an extensive extended family, thus, when it comes to a global crisis, (of which I think is blatantly imminent), we all need to have each other's backs. The banner picture, though may have been captured with the most wholesome of intentions, I feel, when it comes to a visual accompaniment, screams the essence of pertinence, as it sums up the fakery of gossip, in order to label someone an outcast. This, it would seem, is the lifeblood of any cliq that has ever lived! I hope that you enjoy reading this little "revenge" poem, I really do hope that there can be a true sense of unity, sooner rather than later, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Comments1
A clever manipulation of words and use of metaphor nicely done
Thanks for the read and for your wonderfully worded praise, it is very much appreciated.
I hope that all is well
My pleasure
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