You walked in, spine straight,
because we're animals
and there's just something
that isn't quite right
between us
You criticised my dress
not thinking that I could
ever do such business
"Every time I speak to you
your resume is getting bigger,
congratulations"
"Who would guess
that I know
your dirty secrets"
"Professional, found
inebriated, working, being free"
It could shock the world,
or maybe your world
because you don't understand
what it means and
what it takes
and you think you know me
How else could it be that
every time we speak
I get just a little bit bigger
Nothing happens
that way
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no one understands
what it means and
what it takes and
no one knows any/one/thing
that's not a suggested revision, but just my two cents on it.
good piece, though. a little angry, but/and good.
It feels like I was there, or I am there, eating smoked salmon perhaps. Interesting...buzz buzz buzzz. Just a fly on the wall.
Inebriation nation!
It was written in anger.
some poems are angry, nothing wrong with that...this let me in to a very private world.
very interesting.
I always read myself into the poem, which was easy to do here. Except of course, I never wear dresses (well hardly ever anyway). Good stuff.
its good to be angry sometimes, especially at someone who criticizes your dress and business. the nerve of some people!
now you've got ME angry! grrrrr...
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