Injustice
Every morning,
millions
of Americans across the United States
slam an angry fist upon the heads of my kind.
We screech back in helplessness,
only to be kicked away in return.
Frequently,
our
tails
are ripped away from their rightful places,
then they are wrapped around us,
choking us,
suffocating us,
strangling us,
and then we are thrown out the window for good measure.
Occasionally,
one finds a hammer and batters us in a
ferocious frenzy of frustration.
Then the
murderer
will scoop up all our broken little pieces and
proceed to toss us into the garbage.
We are left clueless why you Americans continue to act so cruelly towards us,
when we are only fulfilling
your
demands.
We alarm clocks cannot fend for ourselves.
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Note from the Poet:
The inspiration for this poem came randomly to me. If you hadn't understood it, it's about alarm clocks.
"slam an angry fist upon the heads" - pounding on the snooze bar
"we screech back" - continuing to sound the alarm
"our tails are ripped away from their rightful places" - the cord of the alarm clock is unplugged from the outlet
"we are only fulfilling your demands." - the alarm clocks were bought to wake us up in the morning, and they do
etc., etc., etc.
If you still don't understand, send me a comment. Otherwise vote, please! :D
