I’m Sad and Mad too…
Drowning in my sauce of loss
I cross to the street of glory and think
What do I hear here that I cannot be clear
Toys of desire wet my fire, can I trade these for faith?
I make of your take that impassioned rake
Into this clause might I add that a droll drum roll
Is the ad for a lark in the submissive’s night
I don’t know what these lines mean, but they seem to spring
From a place deep inside that simply must speak
Anger seeps and seems to live there, so I seek and leak
In a sarcastic pause….can you see my claws as they swipe?
Don ’ mess with me she says, I am not your song of glory
Just keep on goin’ on by until the sauce of loss is dry.