Bitch Slap
Thoughts that wander
around the mind
Conscious awareness of
feel and sound
The earth feels sick from
going round
So I always lose on love’s
merry go round
Is this refrain one of
mankind’s commonest complaints?
Or is it a declaration of
fact from the side of saints?
Do we wish for Satan’s
pleasures?
Or willingly suffer the
angel’s frustrations in measures?
Emotions written may shine
the light on you
Could make anyone view you
as a bastard or bitch ‘twit-twoo
Perhaps as a truculent
delinquent
But worse is the coward
that conveys the silent salient
Down deep is that other
disgusting creep
It’s called fear, and this
rightly should lose you sleep
Emotions may be rational
or from the bilges of the soul
No matter from where they arise, its actions that
calm or rile
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