A Ramble, a Rant and Romance.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I have no idea..., you figure it out. I guess I'm testing the waters to find the line between what's socially acceptable and what's "eccentric" (I prefer that word much more than creepy or weird).

In 20 years from my chair in front
Of you, You won't be here, oh no, I want
A better thing than that, which already,
I have. This word is bread we need, steady
In satiating that one thing, we can't

Be without, is being compassionate.
I apologize, but revel in ornate
Forms of writing, my word is not just yours,
But for all, even playwrights, troubadours,
Poets, the bards... the gay and feminine state

Is mine, yes, but you can leave it right now.
Brace yourself, it gets dirty, it's lowbrow...
Humor that makes me yours and mine and its
The next rhyme that came to my mind is tits.
So make yourself pretty, put on that bow.

Forget the word and bread, it's all for shame.
Stephanie, I'll leave it right here, your name.

Submitted: December 31, 2011

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