When I, Tweet Them All - Poem by James McLain
O' 'daddy' and i think that i am.
and coming in the door they left me out.
having kept it deep within, she says.
because of all of this and that of which i have.
and wearing it, not vainly plainly, open.
as i always never did,
the other girls whom have it naught they foxy trot.
or so they think they don't, but do it open to.
speak about it all, except when reaching out to me.
are not all of our sunflowers are made as such
when seen or softly touched?
and of rose and lily to?
some full, some lean, some wide,
some short, some tall, some gay
some dimpled, straight or thought i heard you say.
the moon i 'said' to you and me I thought of that, explained.
many 'dear can't afford your bridge of troubled waters.
made of silk to he of you they see each day and as for yours.
and so they try to cross it off a little more of you each day.
so hide it all and let them fudge a round a little less
and 'dear' what you have we gave to you
and she your other
indicated too and you are now just fine
where them thus more simply then
tighter in and yes, i know it's warmer
i have seen.
pick your friends and share the rest
is all that i can say too do.
and your heart belongs too no one else but you
even though it weeps of only troubled tears
in schools once privileged now gone public like we see.
and tweet them all and preggers no to all your friends.
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