Remember?
Would I rather be strangled or screwed?
In a polyester suit...
Sporting spit shined boots,
And prepared to service.
Would I rather be a clown in a circus,
Or be kicked around by you for fun?
At least when you're finished...
I'll have a clue I've been done!
Instead of hearing you dropp a plot,
To have me appear the fool I'm not.
Because the love I stopped for you has gone!
Why can't you move on?
I did when your shouting drove me out!
And the doors behind me you locked.
Pouting!
Remember?
Embarrassing me bare assed?
Until I disappeared behind the boulevard of trees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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