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By Misti Date: 2002 Mar 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.18.21.00.28871]] |
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you took my two cups of childhood anecdotes simmered in rum liberally sprinkled in some disillusion to taste wasted a teaspoon of my irony in the brew it didn't soothe your tummy but you thought it would be yummy to add six cups of my aged libido I warned you that it would burn your green tongue being well-hung is no guarantee to take on the likes of me but you persisted insisted on adding a heaping spoonful of my melodrama you thought my tears would taste exquisite with red wine but like pearls before swine you gobbled all the good before you understood what it was you were eating, exactly then you blamed me for the heartburn. |