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Dodging a coat hanger
by Aaron HowardIve been dodging a coat hanger for most of my life
And then after the womb, I danced around the knife..
Seems there was always something there to bring me down
Even after I decided to get away from this evil town..
No more lies told by candlelight about my fears and desires
No more roasting over your verbal proverbial fires
Running away from the things I held most dear
and only then could I see things that much more clear..
I didnt need all these false prophet friends trying to derail me
No more nights spent on a bent knee
Given the best years only to throw them away in haste
and find out that its all just been one big waste..
Take me out of my element and I seem to aspire
and will put in the overtime until I profusely perspire
Ive clawed my way up the corporate ladder
Only to find the more I get, It just makes me madder
I thought it was something to be someone
but then I found out you cant have any fun..
Spend all your time counting coins and cash
Only to find the one thing that means anything is trash
Trashed my life for the glimpse of a sparkle in your eye
and Id be smiling until the day I happened to die
If I could just spend another night in your ear
and forget that one dark dwelling fear
That Im still dodging that coat hanger
running around my apartment
and looking back on everything and wondering what do I really represent
09/16/2003 Posted on 09/16/2003
Copyright © 2025 Aaron Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adrian Calhoun on 09/16/03 at 11:05 PM Deep, very insightful, and full of a good lesson for all here. Many throw their lives and any chance at happiness away to gain wealth and or fame. Hope the welps from the hangars don't leave permanent marks. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/17/03 at 04:57 PM Superb use of a notorious image (coat hanger) in the title and then what it implies after birth in the text. |
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