Two poems

[Ender Wiggin]

I'm usually not really into poetry, but I got the bug tonight. Here're two...:


Drugs

Gas and slightly melted tires.
Where I go to get my fix.
Not pot, not caffeine
No hypodermic needles needed.
An expensive drug.
The air behind an engine at three thousand feet
And one hundred twenty miles per hour
Is just as intoxicating
As any drug.
The airport;
My crack house.


This war

I sit here in class
With my opinions:
Informed.
While the others,
In Abercrombie garb,
With their conservative upbringing,
They tell how well the war is going.
How the Iraqis are liberated.
The armless children with no parents
Don't look liberated.

[Dregs]

I like the second one, nice and simple and slightly wry, but the first makes me think you are addicted to watching aeroplanes take off and land, which is worrying.

;)

[Ender Wiggin]

Shh!!!
~watches Top Gun~

(Thanks!)

[Master Raven]

*goes to his local airport and watches the planes*
just for that....