Poeterrorism

I could just put this down, you know
I could just leave it on the shelf
I could just finish my coffee, and get up and leave

If someone saw me
If someone squealed
Well, I’d protest loudly

I’d say “Oh, I’d never do something like that”
“You must be mistaken”
“It must have been someone else”
“See, my handwriting isn’t like that”
“I don’t own a pen that color”
“And I’d certainly never use a word like squealed!”

Yes, I could just put this down
And you know
Maybe I will

Poeterrorism was the name I coined (back before the horrors of 9/11 gave us all a different meaning for the word terrorist) for scribbling poetry into a journal, and then slipping it back on the shelf. I wondered what the unsuspecting buyer would make of it. Would they consider the journal ‘used’ and return it for a refund or exchange, or would the see the poem as a gift? As you could probably guess, I was the one who bought this particular journal.

Thanks to @suckamc for the Creative Commons image from Flickr.