Yvette - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

what we like in her
is her naivete

she snobs you
when you are not needed

yet all smiles when
she has a request

brought in the strictest
principle of utilitarianism

sometimes you feel
that you are nothing but

a used
or second-hand thing,

after she
drops you like that hot potato
her fingers

today i meet
and i am ready for once

to slay this monster
with all my own fire.

i will burn
and vanish her forever.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 6, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 11, 2012

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