I Am Not Your (Capital) 'Y'! ! !
Sick is sick! ! !
And plans are plans
Laying here in the warmth of my husband
Trying very hard to understand! ! !
Where do you come off, anyway?
Your schemes-delusions of a manic mind!
I love my husband in bed and out...
Do you need it-any better defined? !
And if i wasn't married
I wouldn't be looking for someone rude & crude
Besides, know about your devious plans
W & B and you know-the whole darn crew! ! !
So 'Y' not just dropp the 'Y'?
Because it does not represent me! ! !
Have no interest in manic-criminal pornographers
Is that so difficult to see?
Your mental illness and greed has taken its toll
You make me and my heart so very sick
You and your groups con games are the lowest of the low! ! ! !
Do not understand what makes you all tick!
I'm leaving you with these words-
I wear my ring because of the real love my husband & i share
What may have been on pause for a mere moment-
Is on full and filled to the brim with tender loving care! ! !
May i recommend you read a previous poem:
(((Damage Control))) (From his mouth to God's ears)
poem by Theodora Onken
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