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By Rhetoric Date: 2001 Aug 31 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.31.16.30.25287]] |
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If you are a daisy, Then I must be lazy. I succumb to one metaphor after another. I do not want your allusions of flora. I can be a bug, a whimper, a tuna on whole wheat. You have been waiting too long. Proving, that in my mental weakness, I am strong. Billowy clouds cannot fool me from your storm. Checkers or chess, whatever the game; I am no match for your arrogance. Train tracks mark my mind. You peel me and discard the rind. Fancy education and swift talking might get the next girl. I am not your woman getting comfy on the couch. Callous remarks with no insight; You are fucking with me - I will fight. Under the guise of helping me, You twist the pain all through this little girl. I can be a giver, a lover, a partnered soul. |