Pissy Mood
Lol, ok so this is probably the silliest and grossest poem I’ve ever written, but it was for a poetry class and we were studying personification— specifically the difference between apostrophe and prosopopoeia. I believe this is prosopopoeia because it is a conversation between a piss and a shit. Well… Enjoy!
Hey you!
Yeah, you!
You’re an asshole, you know that?
Yeah, I said it.
You’re a real asshole for what you did.
Everything was all
mellow and yellow;
happy and gay;
until you had the nerve
to dump this
shitty situation on me.
And now,
I’m in a real pissy mood.
I just can’t let it go.
I feel so heavy
and crappy.
So I wanted to let you know
that a bitch is not happy.
Why can’t you learn to keep your shit to yourself?
Oh, because you’d explode?
Then get a stronger stomach or
put this heavy shit on someone else--
like maybe a therapist
or psychoanalyst?
Man, I don’t know--
that’s for you figure out!
Ah, ah, ah!
I don’t want to hear your excuse--
I can already tell you it stinks cuz
I know how much you love to
talk out of your ass.
Just shhhhhhh...
After that bomb you just dropped
I’d rather we just cut this talk short
so I can flush this moment
out of my memory.
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