On My Bed - Poem by David Levitas
On my bed I come crawling back to you
You, sin riven by thoughtless prognostication,
Gazing at the monster you made a man,
A bodiless corpse without an aborum
Trying your conscience to reconcile,
The dream and the hopeless change you made to sanity
All for the sake of a kitchen, a loft room and a place for vanity.
A single parent with a man in situ
A crutch with a cock to boost the honey,
That never drips as it did with the money you earned
For the upkeep and plans of your pantry.
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