Dear Holden Caulfield,
Could you refrain from mentioning
those goddamn ducks in central park?
Could you stop punishing us
with your assumption
that life is filled with phonies?
So your name is Holden, would it be alright,
if we put your tongue in a choke hold?
if we were to discuss phony individuals
then we should start with you.
You are a character after all, in a book,
a figment of the author’s imagination,
so who’s the phony now.
a writer who makes up
phony things in her spare time.
I doubt you would like me very much.
which is quite okay Holden
,since I have never liked you.
So lets simply agree to disagree
let’s agree to bond over a mutual disdain for each other.
You who followed me through every English class
until I was ready to burn your pages
with almost as much loathing as I felt towards
one flew over the cuckoos nest
You called yourself
a catcher in the rye
but we all know you’ve never ventured
out of that concrete jungle called New York City
who’s the phony now,
Mr Holden caulfield 😎.
(the catcher in the rye was the one book from high school, I hated with a passion. yes Holden Caulfield was filled with all this teenage angst but who wants to live in the head of someone who complains their way through life. It’s funny, even though I probably despised this character, he is certainly one of the most memorable for me)