“A poem written from the viewpoint of a beach ball at a Nickelback concert.”
I see no sand or lazy jellies No sticky smiles by the sandcastles. I smell no salt or laughing splashes.
I am a beach ball out of my element lost in a doomed concert, this nickelback nightmare. from above, I see humanity rambling notes scrambling, the chorus confused.
I am chained to a frenzy churning. Their appetite like snakes insipid, my cries sinking under wrestling waves of sweaty crowding, bumbling fist bumps.
Now musical afterthoughts pelt me down to the pits of human sweat. It must be only a dream, for the dreams always end on the bustling beach, my sandy domain.
My life distant as the dolphins instead, these humans hold me in this smelly lair of hair and pain. Forever no beach to float me.