"To Discriminating Elitist Rulers"


09-26-00 04:40 PM

I can think her what she
feels her punishment
cure for me was to be - -
She thought,
I needed her when
all we did was play
a game,
as she gave naught,
...Oh, and I won.
I broke the shackles,
climbed the wall,
kicked down her garden gate,
All her rose were forlorn
the bloom was long,
long gone.
I broke her mind,
were
she brighter the pain
and shock would make
her grow....
But she sat her
girlfriends in a row,
she claimed she dumped
me, but I know
there was not much of a glow
on her roses from the start.
She suffered from birth
the falsest heart,
imitating what she admired,
and,
untrue,
unable,
could not aspire,
but
could only hope her wealth
could hire,
a coziness, a sort of shield
to keep her
from seeing her heart,
which good word
will never yield.
Revile not what you
Choose not to understand,
And never honor that
Which you know not.

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