Too Polite
"I'm not your whipping boyso either shut up or fuck off
and take your cats eye marbles with you"
well, actually she is far too polite to say that
as politely sips a rather indifferent wine
eats a nibble, carefully,
she can't forget
when her father accidentally
ate his hearing aid thinking it was
a savoury snack.
Death stares over sundown cocktails,
not that there is much sun around,
he scratches the cats fur the wrong way
ooh a bit of blood, serves him right
Fucking egocentric idiot
Looks like it will be peaceful here tonight
nothing like sending someone off
with the proverbial flea
as politely she sips and decides
the choice between femme fatale
or comfortable chic chick
Good idea, pops a cork
all will be well tonight
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-01-23 at 20:17
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