Poem: Realistic Fiction

It’s a genre-

But I don’t understand;

Fictions are as realistic as the realities of man.

I had to read the book, realistically boring proof.

 

There was one I read about a hunter;

He left his life and his land;

But I saw his life in another-

The businessman who lost all his plan-

ERs, battle scars, I read one about a man held captive;

He had rattled the world with his rackety news-

Of Survival;  My best friend was trying to survive-

It was awful and terrible-nigh terrible-wrathful.

I had to read the book, realistically boring proof.

 

A dog lost her bone(s) and they were found in gravel;

So happy were the cops who found her lying-

I saw a man lie yesterday, in fact, about his daughter;

He slept with her, was arrested, and I could not help the laughter-

While I was watching on T.V.

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s