Subjective, Strange Way [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Guess who's been told to butt out - & guess who's
been told to cease talking & hold her peace - moi -
of course - I'm the one banned from verbalising in
our little family overseen by regulated, organised,
official Scorpio; STOP, he cries over and over as I
try communicating my concern about the Duchess,

My twin sister: you are NOT allowed to influence or
derail OUR perfect New Year's Party - we're happy,
perfectly satisfied with life - your twin WILL NOT be
permitted any influence on our delight with the end
of 2016 - & I turn away, write down my feelings; my
comfort & happiness depends on Scorpio's mood

So I shall desist; no more telling the world how I feel,
no more expressing the concerns about My Duchess
since my Scorpio wants to feel so carefree & to heck
with anybody else, especially my family - I accept it
because without rules I'd make a sacrifice to my

Past, a youth in a loveless house; at least Scorpio's
loving in his own, very subjective, strange way