Never Ready For A Maiming Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I'm not a cough dropp popper,
To hide a tainted breath.
If my breath gets that bad,
I'll get myself arrested.

You may offer your suggestions,
If onions eatened overwhelm.
But we're not together kissing.
So dismiss what you smell.

You're not all that...
To get me to believing there's an interest.

You ask me why my shoes aren't spitshined.
And my tie not straight...
As if we're dating,
To become cell mates.

Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!

You don't know my name!
And we wont get that far.
So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.

Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!

So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.

Estranged I'll be from those 'arrangements'.
Don't wanna woe.
Don't try to sell me those arrangements.
No woe I owe.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked,
By arrangements.
Don't wanna woe.
No maniac will trap me training.
No woe I owe.
To get me ready for a maiming!
Oh no!
I'm not that ready.
I'm not that ready.
I'm never ready for a maiming!