JesterA Poem by Dream Weaver
No bells or whistles went off, no sound no sneeze nor cough. You snuck right in, like unholy sin, again I take it on the chin. You purred like a hungry kitten, mesmerized and docile I’m once again bitten. No bells or whistles went off in my head, as I lie perplexed on my sofa bed. How did this happen with my lips tightly pursed, you spoke with a forked tongue your performance well rehearsed. A connoisseur of folly I rise to my feet, with dunce cap and stool I am fully complete. Why the hell do I keep taking you back, is it because of love or just a nice rack? One of these days I’ll come to my senses and look beyond shallow petty pretenses. © 2011 Dream WeaverAuthor's NoteReviews
|
Stats
445 Views
7 Reviews Shelved in 1 Library
Added on February 7, 2011Last Updated on February 7, 2011 Author
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|