Leave me be
You can't repent for me
My love is sent
My soul is spent
And nothing real is free
Leave me be
You can't repent for me
The train has bent
The copper cent
And creased its pain in me
Leave me be
You can't repent for me
To uninvent
What I resent
You'd have to drink the sea
Leave me be
You can't repent for me
I represent
A small percent
Of S. P. I. T. E.
When the child is gone
The demon will spawn
And nothing you say
Can turn him away
From the holes that you've burned into me!

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Brava!! Two thumbs up!! Alas, I am out of applause and this piece is so deserving!! Wishing you and yours much success in all of your endeavors and a joyous, prosperous New Year 

but I was hoping it would revert people back to the title to get both reactions. It was too good of a label for what motivates what I get passionate about for me to pass up and I was writing too late into the night to spruce it up any more. If I ever want to use this poem somewhere I'll defientely tweak some better choice-phrases into that part and not crutch onto the rhyme/meter so much.




7 old applause
