Burning The Way - Poem by Melissa Baranik
She said she held the direction,
To proper moral and ethical correction.
Is her design emotional, rational or physical?
She actually forgot to say.
Only that I supplied a smile,
Oh! And that I nodded, a correct and certain way.
Thoughts roamed through my head,
Silently slinking and full of dread.
Whatever shall I do? And however shall I say it?
My smile sour and slowly slipping,
I quickly snatched it before it smacked the floor.
Thank God, her back was turned,
For she would have glared with scorn.
It wouldn't do at all, you see,
To disrupt her strategic plotting.
But, I'm not sure if I want to be overhauled or even if I'm busted.
You see, I'm me and all...and I feel a tad attached.
I think I will inform her, she can keep her own damn map.
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