Don’t say those things to me
I’m bent like blue fuzzy pipe cleaner
How did you think that would make me feel?
I thought that maybe you’d listen
I thought that maybe you’d care
There are so many of you, so many full of Skill
Dr. Skill- that’s what We call you
You know everything before everything
You think that you are blessed to be so aware
My suit may be zipped too tight
And my cap never fitting just right
And you are correct, I would go head first
But only if it were your reflection I saw each night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very powerful and intense, very good word imagery, I enjoyed reading this poem thanks for sharing Michael