quijote de la mancha


A Stupid Poem About Envy - Poem by quijote de la mancha

she talks about them
with holy sadism she declaims.
I,
as an old dried tree
listen in silence
dying of envy with every fallen leaf

her voice is a saw
her words are rust in the saw
for her,
my entity is as important as an obsolete piece of wood

they are wealthy-she says-
accurately carved,
qualified and glorious! -whispering at my ear with sexy whore tone-

all these things I lack
still I love her with each cell from my veins!

a downpour of leaves is falling from my head
while she flurries the stupid giant handsaw
rusted with many stupid adjectives
that cuts my existence when it hears her talking of they and never of me…


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 18, 2010



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