Charles Henderson Poet Free verse

The Souper Star

Where can I go.
Following me like the black plague,
Droppings here and there for show.
----let them lie where they fall
after all
who is the big cheese
who is the termite at the top of the hill,
rambling longer, saying less, 
worthless krill
having to search out a dying whale 
simply to have meaning to it’s existence.
Excess baggage intended solely to take up space. 
Tainting the atmosphere with worthless mindless waste.
Floating around with an atmosphere of
“too close for comfort.”  
Sad isn’t it. 
All the lies.
All the make believe
All the deception of fellow 
members who take the truth for granted.  
Like the willow, which can only bend so far,
drivel faithfully ranted,
comes to a bitter end

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Kathryn Collins February 11, 2014 at 9:32 AM Charles - I just may be reading between the soup lines. If so, brilliant, if not, brilliant. love, Kathy Charles Henderson February 11, 2014 at 9:33 PM Well, this person does know enough to make a completely new registration for pseudo names. That way the poems all have a property id relative to that account. But everyone knows the real identity anywayso it is sort of childish. If you are really interested, soup me.

Andrea Dietrich January 24, 2014 at 9:34 PM my captcha was 666something. haha

Andrea Dietrich January 24, 2014 at 9:33 PM yes, this is a YIKES!!! Strong words, Charles, it packs a whallop. (how the heck is that spelled. the computer is underlining it.)

Eileen Manassian January 20, 2014 at 5:13 PM I agree with Flo....It is a very good piece in that it is expressive of your feelings on being misunderstood....poetic ability questioned....and on and on....Glad to have read this. Sad about the reality that exists.