The Alligator Wrestler Must've Been a Dropout.A Poem by Ellie W. MontrealWritten on 11.10.08 at 11:53am
The way we were, wasn't like fishing.
It was far more vicious, Life-threatening; It carried the acts of alligator wrestling. You were the alligator -- So snappy, Crabby, But still not-too-shabby. Everso free in your radiant swamp. You threw people out if they didn't fit in, & Those who were weak -- You chewed them up worse than gum. I was the wrestler -- Just curious about you, What do you do?; Maybe I'll find out if I get closer to you. Open arms, determined & optimistic. I was willing to risk my life for you, because of you. Knowing about you was my life. Wrestling you, tossing, Turning, Not even learning, Was what I got. If I didn't know you, I didn't live life the way I wanted to. I would have fought -- & Possibly lost an arm or leg -- For nothing. At all. Thank you, for teaching me nothing. © 2008 Ellie W. MontrealFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on November 14, 2008 AuthorEllie W. MontrealThe Sunshit State!, FLAbouti'm Mychelle; you can call me Ellie, if you please, & i'd prefer you do. ツ i'm a poet. a really creative one. i also do photography. which i love more than anything more..Writing
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