No one cares, Piggy.
Find your own way out.
Transportation can be unreliable.
Boys will be boys.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in anti-ode, formal, tagged anti-odes, lord of the flies on May 10, 2013| Leave a Comment »
No one cares, Piggy.
Find your own way out.
Transportation can be unreliable.
Boys will be boys.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in anti-ode, formal, tagged anti-odes on May 8, 2013| Leave a Comment »
There is nothing deserving in you.
No great taste or color. You are
putrid, in the way that puke is
putrid. Your spice and scents are
ill-natured. My hot dog shuns you.
My corned-beef shuns you. Even, I, shun you.
You are not allowed in my kitchen.
I don’t care who might someday
crave your stench. I forbid you cross this
threshold. Mustard, you disgrace
the name of Seeds everywhere.
You disgrace all the fairies of
Midsummer Night’s Dream.
© Umansky 2013
Posted in anti-ode, formal, tagged anti-odes on May 6, 2013| 1 Comment »
You ruin everything with your juice
and your pimples.
You don’t even know how
to share. You hog everything.
Why do you think those
French Fries want your kiss?
You’re so entitled. Why don’t
you just go back to your home?
We’re all stocked up, here.
© Umansky 2013