Thanks For the Laugh

Oh buddy,  I'm afraid not, 
Very funny though, that you thought to try
You can't disrespect me like that 
And think you'll be a part of my life. 

I did find your words very fun though 
As a way to try to hit on me
If you hadn't been serious,  it'd have behind comical
But I don't understand what you see. 

I don't stand on a street corner for cash or drugs
But even if I did,  you wouldn't be treating me like that 
I am a lady and that means I demand to be treated like one
And knowing who my brother is,  your words confound me. 

Yes, I have a lot of tattoos,
I have piercings and your sick mind probably
Imagines them in places where there aren't any
None of these, though,  are reasons to be so disgusting. 

I know,  you come from the same town as I 
We were taught so strangely, the grown-up rules
But when we went into the world we learned the truth 
So, I have to ask,  has that behavior EVER worked for you?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Robinson Jr. Avatar
November 8, 2016 at 1:40 PM
You got the truth-telling mojo going for real, Janet. I love this poem! I love your way of expressing yourself ... a true woman warrior. Keep the love and knowledge flowing, lady. Much love and respect for you. RW
Runyan Avatar
November 14, 2016 at 7:03 PM
Thank you! :)
Lamoureux Avatar
September 18, 2016 at 7:55 PM
I'm guessing for the most part it doesn't yet you never know there may be someone out there for him.
Runyan Avatar
September 18, 2016 at 8:48 PM
I hope there is. He just needs to learn he can't talk to women the way here does. At 40 years old it's sad that he thinks it's ok but hopefully his mother will teach him
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