I wrote this poem about two years ago after a break up with a manfriend. I performed it at a public reading earlier this year. I didn’t know it going in, but the reading was judged. I was just performing the poem for practice. Although I didn’t win, if there had been an applause-o-meter on the premises, I would have won the popular vote based on that.
Caution: this entry contains mild profanity. Read at your own risk. It’s really best not to make me angry. I get my revenge in the most dangerous way: through poetry.
The Planet Where They Don’t Give Christmas Presents
This planet is mainly populated by men
who think it’s OK to date a woman for ten months
and NOT give her a Christmas present.
What is the name of this planet?
Planet I don’t want to live on this planet.
The inhabitants of this planet often
don’t want to spend New Year’s Eve
with their ladyfriend.
Or introduce them to their families.
Or sleep over at her house.
Or play with her dog.
I don’t want to live on this planet.
©2012 Marie Zhuikov