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IT WAS ANGER , NOT YOU
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JOURNAL #34 it was anger not you
that fell against my door
with that look of a hook in your eye
as it was
seemed a wonder you could
even walk
but misery loves making mischief
and tonight you are
the Bunnson burner
of male despair
I could not help
in any meaningful way
so from me
in a snit
you rudely ran away
without even a backwards glance
strange phenomenon
in three short nights
this my strange sir
you've become
horny and annoyed you claimed
from that teasing you got from
Ms. hot cold pants
a pity to that flow of
creativity
that
your former composed self
you could not re absorb so to
balance out the mental
and physical affects of
such experience's pain
poets I guess
know that path
better than mere play wrights
waving their pen........................
(Oct. 9, 2008 454am)
