In a Pique
In these deep woods, poetry brews rich dark
Like dark coffee, acidic on tongue_ cheek
I could say deep dark remarks on tales embark
Write poem, for you have put me in a pique
From the deep dark forest draw ravens black
Let them feed upon your brain's carrion
For it is dead, vile, let them eat your flack
Your cadaver brain is barbarian
Refined gracious lady keeps loving
Her spirit turns blind eye to all faults
Nearly all faults_learning to be accepting
Even when bombarded with rash insults
These dark, dark woods forgive your wrong thinking
Though in heart it's impact still affecting
finis
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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