Image borrowed from BingThe Truth
The truth is I read in bed, there,
I've said it!
Let's put one thing to bed,
these days I need glasses to do it -
that's the truth,
not a manipulation like a faked orgasm, or,
imagining that I drowned my neighbours cat.
Why?
Because it was evil, it pooped on my petunias,
it ate our pet gerbils, or because
I'm a bad person, a control freak.
In the end the cat is still deceased,
and that's a truth.
Martin Cordrey
Posted over on Applehouse Poetry
Let's put one thing to bed,
these days I need glasses to do it -
that's the truth,
not a manipulation like a faked orgasm, or,
imagining that I drowned my neighbours cat.
Why?
Because it was evil, it pooped on my petunias,
it ate our pet gerbils, or because
I'm a bad person, a control freak.
In the end the cat is still deceased,
and that's a truth.
Martin Cordrey
Posted over on Applehouse Poetry
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