REASON 17 OF 28

REASON 17 OF 28

A Poem by Glen Fitch


               
   


         You tutored me. 
            Can still recite by rote
                the who and whom begats.
        On details drilled I mastered cues
            to quote the anticdote
                and when to laugh or sigh
                     'mid tales distilled
                        of rogues revealed,
                        a fateful curse fulfilled.
        Can catalogue the foods
            you love and hate,
            the stars, the styles.
        In do's and don'ts I'm skilled in guessing
            just the trait that you'll berate or praise.
                And I've complied without debate.
                The times I bit my tongue
                    you can't believe,
                While on your final judgment
                     I'd await.
        God damn you!
            Where'd I fail you?
                You can't leave me.
        Can it come to this?
            What will I do?
                What good'll be my Phd. in you?

 

 

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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Nice ranting flow.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Quite like the last line.



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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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