Lackluster Metabolic

Lackluster


Metabolic

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Cold heart formed to reach the nearest star after years of slow travel. Metabolic rates are cheaper for androids. Ache and want and even yearning are as nothing to the deep seated feeling of the bottom out of losing. AH but nothing can compare to the actual receiving when after a long absence she is finally there. Love has arrived. It has become Awards night. The speaker reads the poetry and pauses between each accent like a long winded pantamount. He has decided his award must be preceded with the Ovation of the Nation at least a discourse reading of his summation of this fellow and his poetry. The man is old homeless LogBlossem. His poetry spanned a period of years beginning and ending. About every subject. They rhyme. They make the reader think too much they blink. They spill time in lengths. They soon made the mistake of asking the poet to talk up at the podium. This long hair old man with the short body and the homeless hair. Standing in the winners circle finally. Eye paused my feelings and then eye began to speak in a rather odd voice not a squeak. Eye CHEATED. There was silence for the space. When eye made the Prize Winning poem eye took sentences from old poems eye have already written and formed this travesty of justice. Yes eye will go sit down. WAIT. The Judges of the event were all smiling. Whats wrong with that. The poems you wrote have your wording in them all the things that you made up so many years ago when added up together made this one deserving Award poem. And that is the simple story of the Poet Logblossem and how he won that Award for Poetry. After all there is no crime no foul ball when making poetry you learn. The Older you get the harder you age and yet that someday still comes. The crowd is roaring. The Award is thine. The shine lackluster. Metabolic.