Faith Peterson sat in front of me
In my homeroom class in '83.
Eighth grade dreams included things
Like smoking weed and growing wings.
Friends were close and girls grew
In pubescent vision all anew.
Reaganomics everywhere
Punks rebelled with mohawk hair.
Metal freaks were short of breath
Screaming songs of ill and death.
B-boys wearing sweet Kangols
Rapping lyrics at schoolyard poles.
Red-necks spewing from their lip
Country songs filtered by dip.
Some were drawn apparently
Into New-wave androgony.
Most it seems loved Lionel
They worshipped him at altars vinyl.
And though syrup is less sweet
He could make you tap your feet.
Nothing's as fun as to bellow
At the top of lungs, "Hello."
Or to mutilate "Truly"
By singing loud and unruly.
The bastard could evoke no feeling
As we were "Dancing on the Ceiling."
Many years were to pass by
And he faded from the public eye.
I've grown older and I can see
Backwards in time with clarity.
There was nothing in '83
More to hate than Lionel Ritchie.
im only 14 who the hell is lieonel ritchie? im so left out of the punchline its kinda a inside joke fer older bu not old peeps huh? didnt you listen to the good stuff like duran duran?
i work in a grocery store and if i hear the song "Hello" one more time, i will turn homicidal. just reading the reference to it in this poem made my eye twitch.
ok, first of all, let me get over my bout of lol'ing. wow. tres amusant, i must say. your rhymes are incredible. none of that 'the cas sat on the mat' crap for you! i particularly like 'The [censored] could evoke no feeling/As we were "Dancing on the Ceiling."'. Well done. I have to admit, that being only 14, I had never even heard of Lionel Ritchie until a few months ago... but after reading this I am certainly glad that I was not alive in '83. once again, well done.
HAHA! Well, I've read through some of your work, and you've got a sense of humor that we definitely could use around here. All of your reads were quite enjoyable. Honestly, I didn't think anyone rhymed around here anymore, so it's good to see that too.
None of the rhymes seem forced and I liked the use of slight rhymes over forcing perfect rhymes. I think what I like about it the most is how it took me back. Crystal Peterson sat in front of me in the 4th grade..so I guess that was in '87 or somewhere around there. I used to hide her jacket outside behind the trees in the middle of winter..man that was assholy.
Anyway, I really did enjoy the read. Keep it up and stick around. It's good to have some wit and a good sense of humor around here
Woah... Very good indeed... This piece really expresses a Loathing, at least thats how I see it... It contains extemely well placed descriptions Such as my favorite...
Red-necks spewing from their lip Country songs filtered by dip.
They work really well with moving the writing along... You covered basically all of the music genres and commented on them all, but not really in a scrutinizing way... Some of the rhyming is a little bit forced and choppy at some parts... But other than that, the flow of this flawless... And I love the way you ended it with a stab at Lionel Ritchie... The way you title your poem and the way you end it, obviously go together well indeed... A great writing... Keep it up. .Caleb.
Submission Name: Lionel Ritchie
