Bummer you lost touch
Bummer you know too much
Bummer I came here
Bummer I went back there
Bummer your wife’s in love
with a barman
overworked and underpaid
Bummer for you, man!
Bummer, another body without a name
Bummer, no one’s to blame
Bummer, sexual abuse in the hall of fame
Bummer, you have a black curl
Bummer, it’s a girl
Bummer, swearing goes on air, breakfast’s ready
Bummer, pharmacy and deadly viruses going steady
Bummer, I can’t say a Negro and a fag
without someone seeing red
Bummer, I call both Mom
Bummer, they came to my prom
Bummer, you’re jobless
and healthless
wifeless
homeless
lifeless
(Other than that, how was the play, Mrs. Lincoln?)
Bummer! Pope Francis blesses a pedophile priest
Bummer! Tabloid journalism is a starving beast
Bummer! Sensationalism in presidential elections
Bummer! Politics is no place for political correctness
Highbrowed literary critics
buried one more poem today
out-of-touch elitists, pseudo-intellectuals
and pretentious jerks cheered YAY!!!
leaning over the coffin
Wow, what a bummer!
Bummer, fake news on a nuclear war while
I fucked myself on all fours
I need to get laid
Bummer, you’re a whore!
*You can read more of Bojana’s work at Blogging with Bojana
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Bojana, this is your voice traveling on a new path, taking wonderful risks poetically! I Love the crassness of this poem, the specific Bojana in your face of it, the sarcasm and the underlying absolute tragedy of the whole thing. It has flavors of one of your favorite poets, Adrian Mitchell, but with the unmistakable voice that is your poetic voice. This poem is a subtle but powerful assault, with lines that will stick in the consciousness forever! Amazing job, my friend!!!! You are a force to be reckoned with!
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It was a slippery terrain, but I dared to fall, if necessary. Thank you, sweetie
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Your bravery is the backbone of your writing, Bojana!!!! Totally fucking Gorgeous!!!!!
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Like you, love.
I had to say what I think of stereotypes and labels and prejudices, besides injustices and wrongdoings….my way, making fun of our reality.
So happy you liked this one. It seems easy but wasn’t so easy to write.
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I can feel how much went into writing it! There isn’t anywhere for the words to blend or get lost; each one had to be perfect, and each one is. This is something so fucking hard to do as a writer. I am working on a special piece right now that requires the same thing and I am struggling with it.
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I bet. The simpler the language, the more you (need to) struggle to convey an equally powerful message.
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Holy fucking perfection of words. You were relentless in this one. You hit me with a poetic baseball bat over and over. I tried to hide, and you found me and hit me harder. This is truly modern poetry at it’s finest.
This is one of those that makes he want to toss my keyboard out the window. Truly masterful writing, Bojana.
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I was, wasn’t I? No hiding from me. You can run, but you can’t hide cos I’ll find you to slap you again.
Thank you, dear. It means a lot.
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No hiding. I get it.
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I really like this one. As mentioned above, the balance of profound seriousness with sarcasm creates a really powerful rhetoric here. Beautiful writing.
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I like mixing the two, making fun of serious things. It makes us humans even more pathetic, doesn’t it?
Thank you.
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“making fun of serious things.” Sublime.
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I have to so as not to go nuts.
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That’s life for you! Still there’s always another corner to turn.
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What have we done to this world, Chris?!
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What indeed? – yet was life really better 100, 200, 500 years ago? Perspective counts for a lot I think.
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Maybe not though I still think we live in the worst of times.
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I.must be getting old. I didn’t realize needing to get laid made someone a whore. I’m fucking exhausted after reading such excellence! I feel like I’ve been bitch slapped and bummer fucked. Time for this old man to rethink his writing style. Maybe back to roses are red, violets are blue. I can’t recall the last time i read something this powerful and arousing (sorry Susan and Wulf). I actually got a stiffie reading this. Thank you Bojana for bringing a smile to a 74 year old. Niw if you’ll excuse me, I need to find my wife.
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LOL. You rock, Walt.
That last line is my playing with stereotypes and prejudices. But hey, if I brought a smile to your face, I’m thrilled. Now go get your wife asap.
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Too late, lol!
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Lmao Walt! 🤣
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Oh well, lol
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Hey…NOTHING to apologize for. Let me offer a quote my late grandfather once told me…
“I may not be as great as I once was, but I am as great once as I ever was.”
Hope you made the most of it…boohyah!!!!
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That was a Toby Keith song. “I ain’t as good as I once was,
But I’m as good once, as I ever was.”
And for the record, I make the most of everything! 😉😁
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I bet.
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Bummer what happened
to Joe Strummer
Bummer only the good clash young
And write like
London burning
Keep igniting Bojana
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Let’s fight the law. Bummer indeed what happened to Joe.
I will…
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Reminds me a bit of Ginsberg–definitely has that amazing Beat vibe!
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Oh, that’s one hell of a compliment. I love him. Thank u.
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Whatever you do, don’t mention Obummer.
I am Russian bot and I liking this poem.
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Will sure about that. I’d say, nobody’s spared.
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Wonderful 👍
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Thank you very much.
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You must have been shitting yourself writing this. You knew all along what you needed to say but could you do it, actually write the words… I seriously admire you for your artistic integrity, it humbles me, mocks me as I wade in shallow waters with inflatable arm bands and a donald duck floatring.
You don’t just write about serious shit you also make sure the reader finishes every last scrap on their plate. Your balls and direction mean we need to fasten our seat belt because we are watching the birth of a phenomena in Poetry.
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Actually, I knew all along what I was doing anf wasn’t scared of what might come of it. Mag, didn’t you write 3 million?! You’re addressing serious shit too. I suggest you read Susan’s post Not that kind of writer where she almost apologizes for not being more outspoken in tackling social issues. The thing is we need different kinds of writers and shouln’t underestimate the change writers like you guys can provoke.
Thanks for your support. I still think you’re a rock star, Mag, with a voice so powerful I can hear you screaming across the oceans.
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I feel like I play it safe compared to you but you’re right, we all speak to an audience cultivated to our particular menu. I just love that you’re so fucking ballsy. 💜
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As I love everything about u.
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