2012-12-20T00:00:49-08:00December 20th, 2012|Musings on life|

The downer of proverbs

I always think I’ll be moved by proverbs
but they are like those Spanish cookies
that look good but taste like sand

I like easy-to-spot truths
as much as the next girl
so it’s not their simplicity that offends me

perhaps it’s the voice I imagine saying them
a dour scratchy sound
a wagging finger
a sense of satisfaction in warning the young
about all the doom

I think I will make up my own
a sweaty happy batch

so the next time you feel plain
remember that a red-winged blackbird
has no idea
her armpits
are so fine.

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