Treasure Island

Dog goD 8Hate

(Grass Valley, Ca.)

Cuddle/Coddle n' Coolie


How quaint, Molly-Coddle
never comes in here,
she's perceived things
that aren't.

It's like what is happening to
Chicago...
the 'city of the big shoulders? '
but 'skewed aroun' the waist! '

I don' know if they're still
hog butcher to the world?
The problem is...
they're ill-o-noise.

This modern din,
now shifting in status,
and due to ungainly views,
they say they're
headed as hogs,
to ill-fated pens
of ill-tempored gods?

To be made as hams,
smoked
cooked
and made ready
to eat, they say
for... sheep?

I couldn't say...
there's this duality?


.

Submitted: Thursday, January 24, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Cuddle/Coddle n' Coolie by Dog goD 8Hate )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

Poem of the Day

poet William Wordsworth

I

I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight:
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]