Not Allowed

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

taken from my book, "Position The Thought"

Not Allowed


I only choked myself

To see if the belt would fit my neck

Good thing I didn't care for self strangulation

The butter toffee whereabouts

That leave no scars on my brain

Slaps me silly where my emotion begins

Just tryin' to suffer it out

I've seen the way thee eggs get laid

Makes me wish I was an egg, myself

The death traps are in my head

Set to capture intruders

To kill all that, which enters

And me?

__I stay out of there

Until the traps are off duty

Then I sneak in

Just to strangle that peanut in there

Up on his chair

His mighty throne

And then when he's awake

I spit in his face

__and walk away

The guards are so chicken shit

They don't do anything to me

As thee hours progress

And the traps' work shift starts again

I take a nap on the lilies

Dream of popcorn and ice cream

Potato chips and K.F.C.

Anything that would take my mind

__off of thinking for a while

I kind of don't care

That Nancy left us for good

It really is nothing new

They all leave

They always do

It had to happen eventually

'Cause it wasn't going anywhere

And I just HATE

Going nowhere


08-19-'14 #3

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: August 21, 2014

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