Very Bad Archive
Deep Thoughts
Hunt Ethridge
As I sit here to write, no words come to mind.
A Poem? A story? A sharp diatribe?
What shall I write, create or invent?
Feels like my Muse just got up and went.
A story perhaps, full rapier sharp wit.
The pundits will shout, “A stupendous hit!”
A hero there’ll be, full of boldness and brass
Who goes on a journey to save the fair lass.
Some dragons he’ll slay while his enemies quail.
Trailing, they’ll fail, pale, wail and turn tail
Then comes the bad guy, all gross and wart-ridden
To catch him, our hero will have to stay hidden.
Then out he’ll jump with a sword and a flourish.
He’ll be a Greek god, no wait, he’ll be Moorish!
The bad guy gets captured, the whole day is saved!
Condemned to die, his death will get waived.
The good guy feels bad, “These rules I must bend!”
The bad guy turn good and they become friends.
A morality tale, a wry look at life.
On second thought no, we’ve got enough strife.
Plus to write all those words, just takes to darn long.
Naw, that idea, that short story is wrong.
Instead I’ll write truth. Non-fiction’s the way!
We may not like it, but “real’s” here to stay.
An essay so full of nostalgia and love
With so much saccharine it might choke a dove.
Or a warning. Be careful! Just look out for that!
I’ll write something that will shock you all flat!
An exposé that’ll rip off the lid
Of a scandal involving that cute little kid
From “Jerry Maguire”, the kid fell so low
He now has an addiction to lemon Jell-O!
I’ll report from real life and capture it all
…but it seems so hard. (I’m lazy, y’all!)
I’ve got it! A poem, that’s all short and sweet.
We’ll give it rhythm, we’ll give it a beat.
A sonnet? An ode? A limerick perhaps?
Haiku’s are too short, their moment has passed.
I’ll thrown in some rhymes, hodgepodge it with style
Poetic license will take me the mile!
Make it obscure, a big heavy name,
Like Darkness and Light, Are They the Same?
I’ll start with a zip and end with a bang
Throw in some yin, stir in some yang.
But couplets, iambic pentameter no less
Use all those things, it could turn out a mess.
Why can’t I have words flow off my brain.
‘Stead of sitting here thinking and going insane.
I wish this writing was just left behind
‘Cause I sit here to write, no words on my mind.
Hunt Ethridge has published since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Hunt's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Hunt's latest works: