How More Lucky Can One Be?
Too delusional you are.
In a maniacal frantic way displayed.
You say you've been touched by an angel.
I believe that angel threw a brick.
Hitting you in the head with it.
You've attached yourself like dog doo.
To stink after removing from one's shoe.
You say you love unconditionally!
That's a good thing...
I guess.
But I wonder with who,
Would desire all that gooey giving...
From you!
'What's that you doin'? '
Oh...
Just throwing up!
'Maybe it was something you ate.
And you had enough.'
You have no idea.
I wish I did have that kind of luck.
'Well...
You do have me.
How more lucky can one be? '
Too delusional you are.
In a maniacal frantic way displayed.
You say you've been touched by an angel.
I believe that angel threw a brick.
Hitting you in the head with it.
'You act as if you want me to leave? '
Really?
What makes you say that?
'Everytime I surprise you with a visit...
You go sit in your window,
To lean dangerously on the edge.
As if you're trying to escape from a trap.
When your love to me you wish to pledge!
Would you like me to sit with you?
So both of us can share such a romantic view? '
And I would LOVE that too.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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