When she speaksA Poem by Robert EricksonAbuse. fear. Hate. Who needs it?When she speaks I won't listen Then the sweat starts to glisten.
I deny her transmission, arbitrary rendition. I keep trying to think but this b***h is beneath me.
Quiet yourself for a second. I want to get this on record. What was I doing last night? B***h, let me live my life.
Don't care that you cooked. It's not my concern it wen't cold. Why don't you shut the hell up? Both this and you become old.
Stop, shut it and f**k. Wipe the tears and buck. If you don't lay down right now I'll put you out on the ground.
Why are you walking away? Know I don't mean what I say. You just make me so mad, didn't want to beat you so bad. © 2008 Robert EricksonAuthor's Note
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Added on October 3, 2008 AuthorRobert EricksonNear Monterey, CAAboutUndiscovered poet. I know entirely too much about computers... I like to read and watch documentaries and learn stuff and I'm a programmer. more..Writing
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