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Human Punching Bag

Poetry By: foldingover

taking is all with a great assault. NO MORE!!!!

Submitted:Dec 23, 2006    Reads: 128    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Suspended from the ceiling

Absorbing it all

Is where I am at

Used for your comfort



Stabbed with a steak knife

Multiple times

Dangling there

Waiting to be used

And when it's time

I am waiting for you to finish

Hoping never to be used again

You've cut me down

From the ceiling

I hang

And walk on me

But you always

Put me back

To take one more jab

When I least expect it

I've been there

To be vented on

To listen and try to help

Back on the floor I go

I let you walk all over me

With high heals on

I'm not going to be around

When your fitted for cleats

Now left searching for my stuffing

To gather

And put back in me

Through the holes you've created

I'm not going to let you hang me

Back up or

Throw me

Back down


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