Oyster, Young And Old Poem by Edwina Reizer
Oyster, Young And Old
What did I know
when I was a child?
The world was my oyster
and the oyster smiled.
I cried and wept
but laughed a lot.
And the oyster now
was cooking in a pot
Entered my teens
I felt quite weird.
Sexual feelings,
my oyster got seared.
All grown up
Observed people lied.
The result was
my oyster got fried.
What do I know?
What's in my head?
I'm so damned tired.
My oyster is dead.
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