There are many poems to match with the titles in my head. <br />Years of thoughtless madness to edit and rework. In an <br />honest effort to make sense of my mere existence <br />while I’m stuck here on this planet Earth. (which is three fourths water) <br />This is Earth is it not… though some would say Mars… <br />Ellipsis’s not withstanding… I pause to reflect, <br />imposing my opinionated relics of political activism <br />on the colorful and very coy Koi left swimming in my pond <br />of stagnated beliefs and conjectured hyperboles. <br />All the endowments and grants of my supporters being ill spent <br />with my love for embellishments and the like… <br />I put another excited worm on my hook; fishing for a true Carp <br />I cast it out next to the other line I've baited with a chunk of cheese <br />as I reach back into my full creel and release the guilt ridden lemmings <br />I’ve caught and kept caged in-between’s my A’s and my T’s. <br /> <br />2008 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-today-s-political-poets-and-pro-fishing-activist-at/
