Oh, Servitude! I am a Slave to Thee!
So, typically, I start my sad lament,
Upholding gods and goddesses of pee,
And bowing down to powers of dissent,
While all along, my discontent is shit;
I'm no one of a hard-assed, horrid past;
I won't admit to fighting hard to quit,
I'm not an addict dreaming of my last,
I'm cast as "teenage daughter number two,"
A someone of suburbia unleashed.
So, Servitude, I am no slave of you.
I ponder, as I dine on eggs and quiche,
"Wow, I'm so horrible and scared-- a mouse!
To be a HYPOCRITE in Mine own House!"
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Drinking Tea with Pinky in the Air
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"I'm cast as "teenage daughter number two,"
A someone of suburbia unleashed."
haha sounds like something i would right.
title drew me in. and the whole idea of the poem is cool. i love how you use really eloquent words in the beginning of some sentences and then use common, dirty words at the end. love it!!!!
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lol what can i say but that i drink most things with my pinkie in the air...mostly it is only when someone spots it that i think about it... becareful of habits we pick up early...lol well done on this one
cheers
Jen
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