Passive-Aggressive - Poem by Morgan Michaels
So, you see a wolf, fanged and gray,
with emerald eyes (you say) red chops and shiny nose
where I've sketched a rabbit
with pink eyes and nose
peering 'round m'lady's knee?
Ok, since you want to play that game,
have your fantasy, to you alone it's a wolf-
Have your fantasy. No one can control what you choose to see.
The problem is your own.
To me and everyone else a rabbit's a rabbit.
I know what I drew. It isn't always what you see. Claro?
Nothing you say can convince me a rabbit's a wolf-
or anything but a lop-eared rabbit-
some people are determined always to see wolves.
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