04-21-2013, 05:52 PM
A ro0ugh draft but so pleased to have a sudden desire to write. got this from reading the poem of the day and "Soft-bellied slackness", sort of wound me up so here it is.
You sit there, with your smug well rounded and folded face.
I know what you have been up to.
Colluding and plotting with her in there,
making me a mindless mule, to carry your guilty burden.
Oh I know you like to pretend; you present
your soft and flaccid self to show how
helpless and hapless you are - nothing but a passenger.
You roll over and play dead every morning,
always in the way. Your softness will not move.
Half an ounce of strength is all you offer
when there is some slack to be pulled in.
Yet I know you are made of concrete
When it comes to self will.
Banded and shot through
with strengthening rods,
when it comes to pleasing yourself.
Well I’ve got some news for you.
All those hidden ounces that
you’ve conned and connived your way to obtain ...
are going to be recalled and removed.
And as for her!
I’m putting a padlock over her gaping hole,
I will not listen, to her sultry calls to try and to taste.
Her paltry, pantry charms and chocolate creams
will soon be but a foggy dream
I’ve booked a ticket at the gym and some hypnotherapy.
You sit there, with your smug well rounded and folded face.
I know what you have been up to.
Colluding and plotting with her in there,
making me a mindless mule, to carry your guilty burden.
Oh I know you like to pretend; you present
your soft and flaccid self to show how
helpless and hapless you are - nothing but a passenger.
You roll over and play dead every morning,
always in the way. Your softness will not move.
Half an ounce of strength is all you offer
when there is some slack to be pulled in.
Yet I know you are made of concrete
When it comes to self will.
Banded and shot through
with strengthening rods,
when it comes to pleasing yourself.
Well I’ve got some news for you.
All those hidden ounces that
you’ve conned and connived your way to obtain ...
are going to be recalled and removed.
And as for her!
I’m putting a padlock over her gaping hole,
I will not listen, to her sultry calls to try and to taste.
Her paltry, pantry charms and chocolate creams
will soon be but a foggy dream
I’ve booked a ticket at the gym and some hypnotherapy.