I will


I will release rats
on your living room floor,
my honesty through your keyhole.

Never again will I spew the unborn
into your arms, fastened by the belts,
crying for recognition.

I will stand here
claiming what is mine
without any further notice.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-05-27 at 20:56

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