My Prayer

Anti-brother, pro-me! My room is outta bounds to thee!




Why tonight?


 Destruction is his forte

Construction, I hope, is mine.

 

Architectural defects?

Or did God really make a mistake?

 

Ganesha shall be smashed tonight

I’m sorry, but you really aren’t bringing me luck

I’ve probably jinxed one of your beloveds

 

And before I find out who it is

Could you please take Zoey outta my room?

 

 

 





Poetry by Puddled
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Written on 2009-02-01 at 18:28

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Puddled
You need my perspective
I need your pride
Shar is 18 steps ahead
my phoenix needs her fix
Was it 'Mark' that made you write like this?

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2009-02-02