Intensitivity - by Cristina Roe

Many of my poems take on as their subject matter the vaguaries of modern anthrapalogical behaviour. 

This one which focuses on the crime of being "too heavy" for polite society is a case in point. 

I'd rather be intense in tents
than in an interest group,
for intension I hear's not allowed
it's called a party poop.
In social life it draws a frown
in poetry's just a quirk,
God help the helpless fool that shows
an intense bone at work.

Cristina Roe © 2008