Sunday, September 9, 2012

Graffiti Poetry #8 - 09/09/12

I guess you can call me 
metalloid
because I’m both
brittle and ductile,
shattering when pounded
but drawn into wire
when pulled and stretched.
I guess you can call me
metalloid
because I’m slipped in between
the tough, practical metals
and
the fluid, brilliant nonmetals
but do I take the
good qualities of both
and make them bad,
the bad qualities of both
and make them good,
or some combination
thereof?

I guess you can call me
Socrates 
because I do not
know.

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