Her foot taps in a perfect four count,
a beautiful time signature in converse
shoes with headphones the size of
cantaloupes cut in half and suction
cupped to each ear,
bleating like a snowy sheep
dying at the hands of its Shepard.

just wondering, was this making fun of metal music or not either way, i liked it

I like the illustration of stereotypes through the bleakness (or perhaps I'm feeling such?) and the imagery. Something doesn't grab me though.

Enjoyable all the same.

No I'm not... I love metal :)

I'm just describing how it makes me feel.

No I'm not... I love metal :)

I'm just describing how it makes me feel.

same here. but i couldnt really put my feelings toward it in a poem. well, ive never tried, so i wouldnt know. but anyways, its a good poem