singer just a whore
sell her talents to takers
come one come all pay
each interaction
rubs raw the nerves on the back
of my neck shreds them
much too intense for
me to belive that you would
be happy as friends
the right ones just left
the others hung back vultures
they swoop for the kill
i'd tell him & he'd
fall & then we'd both be stuck
with dangling bridges
when you soar and i
know you've stolen my wings i
wish you shot down lame
hovering breathing
heavy snorting and grunting
like the pig you are
You'd have to be numb
ReplyDeleteif you can't feel the sting of
sixty-four and five
sting is a nice way
ReplyDeleteto put it when really i'm
just being a bitch
BUT
whatever i wrote
in those crazy syllables
was true at the time
These haikus you write
ReplyDeletedo not need a disclaimer
whether true or not
AND
Thank you skippy for
giving us a glimpse of your
mind I can relate
thank you s h phil
ReplyDeletefor leaving comments it's nice
to know youre out there!