Since I didn't get in my first choice (Creative Writing Non-Fiction), I petitioned for and got in Creative Writing Poetry. This is the first poem I have written for the class so far this semester. Let's just say I had some inspiration to write this which was based "loosely" from a real life experience.
The Zipper
My zipper broke, it was so sad
I felt so helpless, so open
The timing of it all was bad
Standing in front of a toilet,
The zipper stuck, it would not budge
I forced it open, with a fret
No longer would the teeth line up
As much as I tried, no avail
It simply refused to go up
I jerked, I yanked, no luck
In came fellow eager pee-ers
Maybe their zippers won’t be stuck
While I squirm and pull, I can see
them staring at me, wondering
maybe There’s Something About Me
Little do they know, it’s not caught
like that, and to be honest, I
would prefer it to be open
for business than stuck in escrow
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