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Poems by Beedoo!

Mommy (Parental Neglect ver 2)

I'm sorry to say
That you really don't know me...
I'm sure you're the best authority on the subject but It's time you knew
That I'm not what you think...
Likely not a dozen stone's throws from the truth.
So the time has come
As I knew true it would
For you to find out
How my world really works,
And perhaps how it doesn't.

Somewhere someway I could
Have a lifemate and a beautiful child
Who loves to wear flowers
Behind the tips of her ears,
Cries at thunder, and plays dress-up and dolls...
Lead the world, touch the sky.
I could have tasted cyanide,
Strychnine, aspirin, mud
On my way toward Rome or Tuscany,
Or any of a thousand-thousand places,
Hurled myself from a bridge
In hopes of avoiding
The thundering army
That pecks away my soul.
I might be sitting and wondering if writer's block
Could be induced by a permanent marker,
Or perhaps a shortage of green vegetables...
Or lying awake, hoping by chance that
Some perfect song lyric
Would trip its way through my war-torn mind.
You sometimes take your place
In the role of an enemy,
On occasion, a friend disguised as such,
Sometimes as an accomplice,
A confidant, a harpy,
Or a slightly annoying toll-booth attendant.

Or, most realistically, not there at all.
And you do not know me, for as much
As you think so
Nowhere is the place for my worlds inside yours.
Your mind has no total of
the men I've kissed
the doorbells I've rung
the times I've willingly lay down on the street...
You could not know,
I'd never tell you
Just how much slips past your busiest of eyes...
I could be a part of the Trench Coat Mafia,
could have killed,
could love a daemon,
(For all you know,)
I could have forgotten to tell you I love you,
There are too many things you could never know.

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