Oh, The Unproductively Superior

bigpapadan on Mar 12, 2011

You Just Gotta Love It.

Hiding there in shadows

with masks upon their face

they linger in the hallways

of this creative place

Like bullies on the playground

they try to start a war

pushing all the buttons, yet

it’s such a freaking bore.

They contribute nothing

but, still, they claim to be

geniuses and writers

for all the world to see.

Petulant little creatures

who long to pick a fight

they hover o’er their keyboard

through the day and night.

Run along little children

I’m much too tired to play

you see, bigpapa’s been working

and it’s been a very long day.

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Comments (10)

Val Mills on Mar 12, 2011
You’ve said this very well. Haven’t seen you for a while, good to see you back.
Karen Gross on Mar 12, 2011
I think I have met some of these people. Well written.
PaulB on Mar 12, 2011
Here, Here! Your title puzzled me, but your text was spot on.
Martin Kloess on Mar 12, 2011
good poem – may i suggest unknown rendevous
serenitybubble on Mar 13, 2011
Great poem, I like it.
serenitybubble on Mar 13, 2011
Nice, i like your poem.
Chuckles on Mar 13, 2011
I guess I just keep pushing your buttons. Poor pitiful you!!
Jimmy Shilaho on Mar 14, 2011
Beautiful lines
Freethinking on Mar 14, 2011
You just put together two back to back smack downs and they were both done eloquently! I loved both of your poems.
chuckles on Mar 20, 2011
Is the only thing you can do is write poetry? Hope you don’t quit your day job.

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