Monday, June 27, 2005


I question not, says he –
I only wonder.
I do no wrong, thinks thee –
I only blunder.

I don’t argue, says she –
I just disagree.
I’m not content, thinks me –
I am just lazy.

I feel no pain, he says –
It is but a hurt.
I am not black, she begs –
It is simply dirt.

I’m not ugly, she flays –
It’s merely a mask.
I’m no beggar, he prays –
All I do is ask.

I’m not choking, he gasps –
I just can’t breathe.
I’m not going, she rasps –
I just need to leave.

I’m not joking, he smirks –
It is but humor.
I don’t gossip, she lurks –
‘Tis but a rumor.

It’s not fashion, she feels –
‘Tis but a trend.
It aint over, he squeals –
‘Tis but the end.


Blogger Dovid said...

Jake, brilliant!!! :)

6/27/2005 10:56 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I loved it. Really nice and fun.

6/27/2005 9:36 PM  
Anonymous Other said...

the age of semantics and self denial, is it not?
great poem- thank you.

6/28/2005 3:09 AM  
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6/28/2005 5:15 PM  
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6/28/2005 9:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very nice jake. A bit too many clichés, don’t you think?

6/29/2005 2:32 PM  
Anonymous mozesh said...

yo jaki, This one was realy good nice job!

6/30/2005 7:21 PM  
Anonymous Derherin said...


7/04/2005 8:02 AM  

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