What do you think of this poem?

The Day the Housewife Killed Herself





The trees, inhabiting my


Garden, always look


Like dying, nursing home


Veterans when you’re subdued,


Fixating at the populace you left


Behind. Go on!





Join them; your truehearted,


Your kinsfolk; plotting my


Demise, how unsightly it


Would be to knock me off,


Join the circus.





Living on the road, without


A penny in your pockets, isn’t


Noble, when you’ve got mouths


To feed; not when the crucifix


Is hidden in your cupboard.





How can I be so fixated on


Someone so repugnant? It must


Be in the herb tea; the kind I drink


Daily, in order to refresh my


Sanity. Alas, the market calls,





My respite, my get by, my


Goddamned market. Grab


My floral umbrella from the


Antisocial rack, and my two


Legs carry me along, dysphoric


As they can be.





All the masses, all the amused,


Jubilant faces of the grocery,


Even the peppers seems festive.


The asparagus is sprightly, the


Bananas are dancing, let me join


Them, for an instant, let me waltz


With the produce.





Never have I felt so delighted,


My normal outdoor trek


Has led me to a mango mambo.


“I’m no Astaire, but neither are you,


Plum.” My eyes are bright, as one





By one, the fruits and


Vegetables assemble in


My wicker basket. I cannot


Leave them here, no one will


Appreciate them as much as I


Do.





In they go, all the vibrant colors,


With the green going to the delightful


Barkeep. She knows they’re all going


Home with me, but she wouldn’t


Dare tell anyone; her wink says it all.





Homeward bound, me and my


Delightful fruit; back to the


Trials and unsightliness of my


Dwelling. No! I cannot bring


Them to that miserable hole,





Not with that virulent bastard


Sitting in his armchair. No,


Today, we will lay down by


This pond, I’ll muddy up


My day dress and sop up


The sun, enjoying my new


Company.

What do you think of this poem?
I like it. I won't sit here analyzing it more than 5 mins, but I like it.


I feel very uncertain about the rythym.
Reply:Too long.





I don't wanna read it all. :)
Reply:its good but it was too big but try to limit your words when expressing
Reply:it's toooo small


is that written by u?
Reply:Very Poetic.
Reply:well a feel that the significance about the outside testicular equilibrium in ratio to the barkeep delight was outstanding! The armchair played the role of the metaphor in congniscents and repect to the virulent bastard... I ask how was the muddy pond so intrusive of it's splendid surrondings my friend?
Reply:Well, the curse words just ruined it for me.