Mediocre Goodbye Poem

She ran out
the door
swinging

not the door
mind you
the girl

see, she was
mad
as a hatter
particularly at me
as i had stung her
with the truth

crazy people hate that
shit

I told her, see
that she hated herself
so much
that she even hated
people like me
who loved her

but I
soon fixed that

She told me
all the ways I sucked
and reminded me
that my writing
was “very mediocre”

I pointed out that
mediocre means
ordinary, moderate
neither good nor bad
so
“very” made no sense
and
she’s a brilliant poet

I guess that made
things worse

8 Comments

  1. ceciliag says:

    (laughter!) tons of laughter!! so good. my back aches from loading hay and carrying animals and fencing and I sat here wishing I had help, then clicked on you, and now I am laughing and enjoying and thinking about a hot bath! Thank you.. c

    1. The pleasure is mine. I hope you have a wonderful night.

  2. She has nice boots though and I don’t mind the skirt either. I think you had a brilliant last word there, Bill!

    1. Thank you very much! For some reason, WordPress decided you were a spammer. Sorry about that.

  3. oh ps I don’t think your writing is mediocre. Or even VERY mediocre.

    1. Thanks. I have my moments of mediocrity. 🙂

  4. Oh dear, what a great poem I could see and feel that moment so clearly.

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