Nancy Jones Poet Rhyme

Opting For Goddess

Grew up in an anti drama queen fam.
Any whininess had to be spewed on the lam.

Tho we were all girls we were taught to buck up, son;
seems that dad really had counted on me bein' born one.

If I had, I'd have been donned WFH the third
with expectations 'tached that I never heard

'cept in subtleties only mind-readers could get.
Holy Cow! Back then few (or less) envisioned the net

where (if I feel like it) I can say,
“You know, I've had one supreme crap of a day

and it's your fault, cause you didn't notice
my new shade of eyeshadow. Oh! This

ain't stoppin' here.. am just getting' started
remember last month when you farted

and I had to tell all the people around
that, yeah at first it's rank but if you are grounded

the undertones will grab ya.  Okay, will stop here
genetic and social impressions of mine I don't fear

so much but what am made of.

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Tony Lane November 17, 2011 at 6:09 AM I came very close to being William Thompson Lane V. Yikes. We all need a little more weight to grow up under. I think that you're growing up just fine. I'm older than you so I let you know what grown up looks like when I get there. Tony