for Nickiesha Clarke
of truth afraid
fear I'd expose
what you expose me to
were you to open
or let me open your lap top
your lid open
wild upon keyboard
bring up on screen
forbidden images
use your mouse, run about
in and out of every crevice
mouse across piano keys
to serenade you
flowers on a rainy day
to brighten it, to uplift spirits
unlike Marlon Brando
“The Fugitive Kind”
I’m polite, kind
except when I'm cross
when I'm crossed
or double crossed
when I'm given sweets, delicious treats
when these are withdrawn
I can sulk then
complain, pout
you're not the kind of girl
nice one day, nasty the next
necking one day, next day
neck in a noose
must sing your song
hymn your praises
must worship you
even if already, I have religion, deity
the Holy Trinity
© Obediah Michael Smith, 2008
1:21 a.m. 24.07.08
1 Comments:
again those last two or three verses...how classic the ending! oh i tell you, classic indeed!
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