Pin the Tail On the Donkey
Pin The Tail On The Donkey
Eyes exquisitely piercing
Cut me deep with lure,
Seeing all that's fearsome
Yet so innocent and so pure.
Fluttering like a butterfly,
Squinting like a whore,
To be no more than stupified
Was to be a man, no more.
Beckoned me as I crumbled,
Took me, a quivering fool
And as I fumbled and bumbled
Loved me as a mule,
Bucking like a prancing pony
I kicked like a jockey's heel,
To reach the finish, if only,
I could have told you how I feel.
Eyes exquisitely hostile
Trampled me with scorn,
Bleeding boots and hobnail
Were used yet never worn.
Discarded like a party game,
Broken, twisted and wonky,
So-called friends and lovers came
To pin the tail on the donkey.
© RJVHorton2016
Copyright © Robert Horton | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment