On Abuse Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
On Abuse
Accepting, if I did, from you
the thing you give, it's called abuse
would mean I am no longer true
to my own self, who needs to choose
all thoughts and deeds that come my way
while standing near, to you, the gnome
and do not linger, do not stay
as I am wisdom's epitome.
Do keep away your sodding hands
the road to greatness, it is steep
and it is I who makes demands
while all abuse is yours to keep.
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9/23/2024 4:54:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely kick her to the ground! ! That's the spirit, Herbs! ! Good on you! ! ! Gina.