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W Z 8

My name is W. Z, 8.
I do not start work until late
You may recognize my orange hue
As I clearly come into your view

I am a street lamp, here I always stand
Life for me is not always grand
I’m going rusty though covered in galvanise
This drab grey colour I really do despise

Your dogs they love to wee up me
How would it be if I gave them a jolt of electricity?
They hang scoop the poop signs upon me
Can someone tell me where’s my dignity

I am not political yet every election
They hang their signs on me it looks like an infection
Pictures upon me of a lost cat and dog
My yellow light lets you see them in the fog

Sometime my bulb may just get broke
All the other lamps they make jokes 
At night I see tramps sleeping in boxes
That and the owls and the urban foxes

They say Prince Charles likes to hug a tree
Can someone tell me why no one will hug me?
Is it that I’m about twenty feet tall
Do I not provide a service to you all?
So after this I hope you appreciate
Me working in the dark and very late
In the future don’t hit me with your car
Because my life is already hard enough by far

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  1. Date: 2/24/2013 11:54:00 AM
    Seen but never heard...Still their lights will shine on...By these simple words. Ya got me feeling sad for light poles here now! Ha,ha..Such a joy to read such fine pieces of work. :o)

  1. Date: 2/23/2013 11:17:00 PM
    LOL! I enjoyed this so, Owen! Now it will not be the same when I look at a lamp post! Great job! Always, Annalise

  1. Date: 2/23/2013 4:15:00 PM
    Great personification of the electric pole..Enjoyed reading this eve..Your visit to my work was uplifting..Thanks for taking time to comment..Sara

  1. Date: 2/23/2013 11:55:00 AM
    i liked you poem

  1. Date: 2/23/2013 11:00:00 AM
    I shall always remember this, dear mate, Your honoured name is W Z 8 - Still this makes my conscience ache, How my eyes for years were opaque - A lamp standing near me all tall and high, A silent giant embracing the azure sky - While I pass it by every single morrow, Neglecting it,, oh can't hold my sorrow!! ........... This is by far one of the most wonderful and moving poems I have read in this forum!! Great Job!!

  1. Date: 2/22/2013 5:15:00 PM
    and a fave upon THY poem, good sir!

  1. Date: 2/22/2013 5:12:00 PM
    wow, Owen, this is top notch humor. If ever someone has a contest on "funniest poem" you need to enter THIS one. Very well thought out. An admirable job!

  1. Date: 2/22/2013 10:22:00 AM
    My dear friend Owen, this is another amazing write of yours which I'm so much delighted and have enjoyed the read tonight. I like it so much and the last part of it is so touching. Thank you so much for sharing and your stopping by leaving me your wonderful comments on my work. Have a great day! love and hugs, Leonora

  1. Date: 2/22/2013 7:42:00 AM
    Owen this is great a very well thought out personification poem, excellent...David