Small child
Staring at me
Talking about me
Admiring my haircut
Maybe
Two mature ladies
Conversing
Cursing
Boring me
Into this verse
A curse
Rehearse
My chorus line
Before strangers
With many eyes
A disguise
Of wisdom
And outright lies
So who is wise?
I ask who relies
On my answer
To survive
Arcing light
With one foot
In the bathtub
And my finger
On the trigger
Of a freshly backed
Apple pie
Pulling cats
Out of the sky
Sunny side up
Under her chin
I hold a buttercup
She likes butter
I heard her mutter
She past the test
To strawberry fields
Latex and leather
Handcuffs and fur
Riding crop blues
Heard the news
Paid my dues
And you
Do you have
A receipt
No receipt
No proof
Never took place
Maybe in space
Doesn't count
Gravity pulls
Plastic jewels
Silly fools with
Combat tools
Don't be cruel
To me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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