Evil SlippersA Poem by YouoweYoupayOh, you 'mature', 'respectable' poet..
Evil Slippers Oh, you 'mature', 'respectable' poet, You honorable keyboard warrior, Who hops across my verses, prose and plays, Are these your clever ways? Your nose perfectly elongated To fit in your fellow writers' affairs You mean to seem well-informed While you look like a hillbilly Take the slap, the kick, and the ear-boxing like a man, you say And don't be offended, Silly Willie. No pain, no gain, right? Oh, you 'mature', 'respectable' poet, You ought to read, you say, ofcourse, To avoid beating a poor, dead horse Are these your only ways? Your intentions are 'never cruel', And you meant to 'help' the ladies, But you stumble like a ghoul That had just returned from the 1880s And you fold your arms and wait Sway back and forth And contemplate Why I put on my slippers Or why I took 'em off. There must be...a wicked plan. Oh, you 'mature', 'respectable' poet, Reprimanding like a drunken Dad, Oblivious to your child's whereabouts, As you earnestly remind me that, Papayas would never EVER Dress up as elephants Sternly does your finger sway, Are those your brilliant ways?
© 2013 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorYouoweYoupayAmman, ..., JordanAbout"The Universe is made of stories, not of atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser "There is no one more rebellious or attractive than a person lost in a book." “He allowed himself to be swayed by his con.. more..Writing
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