![]() TabooA Poem by Moebia![]() She's got so many things to do.![]()
I've got so much to do,
And so much to plan, That I don't have any time to waste, So hurry up, as fast as you can. I've got a cat, a dog, a bird, A man that's barely mine, Got a house to clean up, Got to feed the children who whine. Every month, Got a period to take care of And collect in blue tampons. I've got to use my pepper spray, And clean my new shoes That run faster than a rapist rapes. I've got to visit my therapist, Of whom I'm having an affair with, And it's hardly of any importance, But I think I'll have sex with him. I've got to go to church, And cuss at the priest, Because he's the a*****e That tried to fondle me last week. I've got to get home to my pets, Before they're dead, Gotta throw in some food. Are they better yet? Got to go to my job, With an a*****e of a boss, But I've had enough, I think I'll call it all off. And here you stand before me, Stealing my time away, Because apparently You have something to say. "Hi." © 2013 MoebiaReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 24, 2013 Last Updated on December 24, 2013 Author![]() MoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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