They like you because you eat dog, goat and pig's blood . . .They like you because you kneel hard, bend over quick and spread wide . . .They like you because you're a potato queen . . .They like you because you take it in, all the way downThey like you because you ask for it, adore itThey like you because you're a copycat, want to be just like themThey like you because, give it a couple more years, you'll be just like themAnd when that time comes, will they like you more?
Perhaps this doesn't have the same impact if you're not in the same headspace as I am, but it's causing me profound angst and introspection...
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing that poem. I can totally relate. I'll have to look into more of the poet's other works. By the way, I think there's a typo: "big's blood" instead of "pig's blood".
Thanks, Mark. Glad you like it. Typo fixxed.
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