Stone Soup Croutons is a weekly poem I write using lines and impressions picked from Stone Soup Poetry's open mic readers and features. I figure out a title (and sometimes the rest of the poem) later. You can read the other ones I've done since 2015 here.
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Jason Wright killed it on Wednesday. When Jason Wright reads, odd things sometimes happen. Because it was a Zoom event and none of us were in the same room, Jason had to instigate some of the weirdness. It was his old school radio antics throughout the night that inspired the poem's title.
I appreciate Jason making my work easier. Thank him by contributing to The Oddball Foundation. Thanks for reading.
A Wacky Morning DJ Lets You Know You Lost
Karma is the exact same roach
you failed to kill years ago
come back to your new home.
The fairly tale you waited
so long to start up?
Banish the idea
you're more than collateral
in someone else's blockbuster.
The sharks have already dashed
from the pool hall with
your cash, on to the main scam.
The code to save the world
flew over your head
to the real protagonist
while you choked on dust
from all of the rats
that passed you by.
All that hope and faith,
and you still need more
than two dollars to buy a soda.
What to keep, other than regret?
Here's your shopping cart
as a consolation prize.
Hang up now. The men
were talking real talk.
Weren't you listening?
Go back to bed. If you
even have one. God,
even prisoners have cots.
When you wake, make
a foundation from your
own drowned bones,
tie them together
with the only bootstraps
you've ever needed.
Be your own building blocks,
your own IMDb page. Even
failures make great presidents.
Focus on more money making,
less meditation. You just might
tread above ground. Next caller!
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