I’m8606757lg 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.

© 2007

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