A Sharp Tongue II

did you ever have to make up a day? No particular day but even maybe several at once?...I am desperately trying to do just that! Very feeble at best. I never seem to run out of words or points to the madness within me but sometimes find it so damn hard to keep on track. These few days have been spent trying to explain this all to you.

this is the best I can do. Don't worry to those that have read this alone, the one before was equally to the bone and equally just an abrasive offer to the opposite of sex....

you've been spotted coyly spinning your lies

and worshiping things to your own demise

when you laid in your claws to what you did not own and trying to usurp the bitch on the throne 

when all other sluts on the street know their place

and their home and the dirts that fall upon with trace

of a sadness and pity but cat-like prowl

or toddering bothering shrewish growl
with your eyes all made up but not hiding your age and the clothes that you wear three sizes smaller a page
out of books you won't read and the car you won't drive
do you really think now that you're able to survive
if I shall throw down glove in a fit for a fight
you will whimper and priss and excuse for no might
this has troubled me some for the gossip I hear
and the groupies that follow to bathroom in fear
of your mirth and your word like godly remark
I shall sit and lie in wait for you in the dark and hold can full of pressure to flame and I'll throw
making you stand out slightly like a beacon on row
and will laugh oh so hysterically clutching my sides all in pain
for this is one of my moment's greatest disdain

~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.