Gas Bag

Gas Bag

Balk,

Awkward,

Sag.

Past clash,

Mad and zany,

What was want,

Sad part.

Rant,

Yap,

Harp,

Hawk.

Gas Bag,

Drab Bag,

Was

warm Mama,

Grab

many laughs,

Play act,

Sang.

Gas Bag,

Fat Bag,

Wayward

Damp

Mad.

Sad Bag.

"Par Day"

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

4 thoughts on “Gas Bag

  1. Any bag is worth a rag on the madness of it all. Love the “warm mama” and “mad and zany” lines! A nice late night treat before slumberville takes over for this tired zany madman!

    1. Thanks Henry, You and I are both “mad” at times I suspect. My Daughter tells me I live like the characters in Grey Garden? Haha.

      It was fun chatting today. I’m glad you liked the poem. Love from, Nicole

  2. Sad, like so many Americans I’m afraid, people just give up on themselves and succumb to temptation & sloth, the easier choices that bring people down, down, down in the dumps! Sad.

    1. Your response to the poem and photograph is exactly what I felt when I saw this woman. Spirit trapped in obesity and slowly snuffed as it is all one can do to just keep going in this condition. Thanks for visiting my blog today Lisa! xoxo

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