Jeff Bresee Poet Rhyme

This Time Around

Let it go, 
let it flow -
cut it with your words.
Slash at every piece of it
until it finally hurts.

Tear and open up old wounds,
pouring in the salt.
Take aim at it and fire away,
pinning down the fault.

Yeah, all those little thing
that you pathetically hold
onto so desperately
as you continue to get old.

You’re like the dog the scripture says -
“to his vomit” it would seem.
Yeah, like a broken record
and you know just what I mean.

But this time you can pack it up
and take all of your .
Shove it right straight up your ass!
I am sick of it.

Cuz this time it is different,
I’ll no longer be the one
that you can still manipulate.
Baby I am done!

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