Strategy Poem by Raven Brent

Strategy



He gets me from behind.
He plows right into me.
The grinding kind.
He's about to explode.
Harmful intentions on the go.
I'm easy target as one, two, three.

I'm yelling loud over the intercom.
There's no one listening.
Guess I'm at his will.
And I'm at my destiny.
This is nothing but strategy.

When he's all done.
I'm big as game.
He's taken his last bite.
I'm underpaid.
I'm not gonna win this time.
He got his big bit.
I got my tid bit.

I'm yelling loud over the intercom.
There's no one listening.
Guess I'm at his will.
And I'm at my destiny.
This is nothing but strategy.

He paid me enough to shut up.
But it's not enough for a cab ride and food.
I'm hungry and crave something he can't give me.
What a tragedy!

I'm yelling loud over the intercom.
There's no one listening.
Guess I'm at his will.
And I'm at my destiny.
This is nothing but strategy.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stefanie Fontker 08 October 2011

Wow, interesting, intense, chaotic. I couldn't help but comment. I love this, it's raw.

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