Poopstream – Da Wannabe Poet?

No, I’m not changing this blog title to: “Confessions of a teenage poet” because writer covers it, and you ain’t seen nothing ’til you’ve written Poopstream.  But what is Poopstream? Some believe it is a work of beauty, between the lyrical temptations of Tolkien and Seamus Heaney but I myself see as a gateway to a new dimension. I write Poopstream quite often, perhaps to fill my lunch hours or even to take the mick out of Miss W, my English teacher who insists on annotating stuff for no reason. But yes, Poopstream is a collection of random sentence structures (typos never changed) and I see what magnificence I have come up with after a minute or so. I forgot to save what I wrote today and I can’t find the hard-copy but here’s what I knocked up a while back, I call it ‘Biglet’:

There was this dalek right,
No left however right,
who was like omg I’m a horse faced machete.
However
One day a man named
EVIL
Decided to be best to stab
FLEMENGO s l o w l y
And died cus my machine is
A machination of the peanut kind tribe who ride to France at
07709355092-miles per hour in km.
Seventy two, Robert, seventy two, berty,
And a man who claimed he was a French pickle.

But it was three day
Upon the eve of night
That the colour was a figure—
Visit our HQ upon sunset—
The address is featured below in a fashion magazine—
Her.

Not my best, in fact one of my worst. My favourite was the first one I ever made, quite funny actually. Something to do with joining us for free at fattyland@gmail.com.

Meh. Perhaps I should annotate these, because according to my English teacher, all poetry has meaning:

There was this dalek right,
No left however right,

This symbolises the forever change between decisions–from the point of view of a man, a deluded being who cannot understand the concept of his livelihood. The mentioning of ‘Dalek’ implies a sentimental purpose behind it, and that it is not capitalised signifies the communist rebellion of ‘42.

Visit our HQ upon sunset—
The address is featured below in a fashion magazine—
Her.

This shows how the media influences childhoods across the globe, from war to to night (sunset indicating the faliure to progress).

That’s right, I Poopstream analysis.