More Poems by Jan Busch

Recently I asked WordsFlow participants to write a 'rant', partly because it was a poetry prompt on Poetic Asides that week, and also because it's a great way to write with a lot of energy and clarify one's thoughts into the bargain.

Here for your enjoyment is Jan's rant poem, and as a bonus another piece of hers which defies description!


My rant is:

Others,

who seem to know
what's best for me.
They tell me clearly and daily
what to do or indeed
what NOT to do.

They say,
who to see where to go and
more often than not
who NOT to see and
where NOT to go.

Their opinions freely given, at
no charge, except to me.
FRUSTRATION!
What these kindly well meaning
folks do not realise is,

I am ok
doing what I do
seeing who I see and
going where I want. When
what I actually feel like is,

slapping these advisers around
their body with thongs,
rubber bands,
or even,
a wooden spoon.

Simply, because
these same kindly well meaning,
folks could take their own
advice and
then mirror it.

While I am
never to old or
too young to have fun,
make mistakes, and then
do it all over again.

SO THERE!!!!



Breath Like Poo

Walking along Beryl heard
'Your breath is like poo'

'What who said that' said Beryl
'Your breath smells like poo' came again.

Looking around no one to be found
Beryl was confused and then

'Here - up here'
throwing her head up almost cricking her neck, Beryl noticed

a big lump of poo with white
feathered wings.

'Shit' exclaimed Beryl.
'That's right' the poo said.

Beryl went, 'This can't be right, human
poo goes down the dunny, cat poo

is covered in the garden, and
dog turd is on the footpath'

The poo replied 'Have you not
heard of holy shit?'

Beryl made a snap decision to walk
out of the dream and

on the way out
sucked on a mint.