The idiotic musings
Of a paranoid fascist
I could not hold you
Even if I was born to
Genetically modified
To perfection, you say
Perhaps I am mistaken
It could not be so
My ears cannot listen
To such ramblings
Without squirting
Something doctors collect
You offer a gift, or two
Your bank is large
But this is not a variable
My heart is not for sale
I have my own possessions
Your song is sweet
But lethal, toxic
This brain could not
Be fooled by your tongue
There will not be a day
Where I would consider
Watching such a revolution
Take place in my mind
For it would no longer
Be under my ownership
And I do enjoy saying, my
;) nice, i am still looking for a poem i do not like.... it's taking a while... :)
My heart is not for sale I have my own possessions Very direct to the fascist who does not dare to understand the really you to devour ur womanliness.Not all women can achieve this.Some who achieve this are said to be lifelong bereft of men.But whats wrong in that.Nobody dies virgin.In the end God will accept you and all ur words here will serve as inspiration for future women who would like to heave a sigh of relief from men they never liked or wanted or the user-type showy mentality ones.In this context and from that angle, the poem is well conceived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was amazed at its beautiful meaning.really wonderful..10+++ for you poetess