-Versatile- 



Polly's Experimental Poetry

- Gone Wrong -

A plea fer me husband's girlfriend to take him back
(I have truly lost my mind this time.)


Something about Life with a Bipolar Poet

(The rehearsal, by Poll-ar)

ACT I

My first attempt to mend their relationship

- The Plan -

Step one: Poetic reasoning
Step two: Dark sarcasm
Step three: Aye, there better not be
a step three, but if there is,
then I'll probably tell
her something like:

'Hey, don't leave your garbage here for me to pick up'



(Intervention)


Look you two crazy kids,
I must insist you both try to
Overcome your differences



Shh...

Quiet time, listen...
I'm not here to expound
The 'Do it for Love' lecture

No

I'm here to advocate
Your exculpation
And to condemn
The down in I
The up in me
The way we three
Need to see
Poetically
Bipolar me

'Ladies' first -

Surely his good looks
Have not lost their allure
For I know he takes special
Measures to look very nice for you
Such as: new clothes
Mmm...fresh shower
The cologne you bought him
And how could you not appreciate
The thoughtful way he always
Washes my blood off his knuckles
Before taking your hand and whisking
You away to the dirty dance floor?
It's the little things that count you know.
But indeed, a bipolar beating can take time;
Twice as long when done in a disorderly fashion,
And he's no underachiever as you well know
So, if this is all because of his incessant tardiness
That would be the Up in me
Who some call: Uppity

But who you may call
And hang up on like you always do


NEXT!


ACT II


Ah, hello my uh...yeah
Stand up to me
For I am down
My mind has swapped
My mood has flopped
The mental flip
Um, Did I trip?
Or did I slip
Into the state
Where I debate
Why you berate
I'm down much more
Once on the floor
You take my breath
But cheat my death
Apparently
Because my me
And I can't see
Bipolar we
And Poetry
Is Up in me
And double blames
Each other's names

Bi-Poetry
Most easily
Has got to be
How you two see

Bipolar style
Could reconcile
A Love worthwhile
To make my smile


Bi-Versatile

AND SCENE

(Please hold yer applause fer the irony)


The End 

Of my rope...