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Wearing Depends In the Deep End

I am whatever you say I am 
currently I'm the eyes of the world
it's what they discovered when
daddy tied a pork chop around my neck just to get the dog to play with me
first time I menstruated, mommy said I would bleed to death,
"hemorrhage" she said. Scared me to death
someone said it's not proper to rhyme a word with the very same word
Teddy Boof was my favorite stuffed bear, but brother tied fishing line to Boof's 
thumb, threw him off the New River Bridge and laughed at me for being dumb 
thinking he had succumb to the Gully rapids.
This head's been sunburned one too many times, Hydro codeine began the 
bad dream, attended HIGH school with Oxy, until my pupils penned black 
cocaine and crank brought them speed balling back hard until stars graduated 
a moron

I cannot help what you assume I'm on
I cannot help what you do not understand
Art and I play Clyde the Glide with Garfunkle on a tragic carpet ride with Joan 
Baez...(spelled Be A Easy)
Am I showing my true age yet? 
Or should I recite Little Wayne and T. Pain, and say made up word like : Fo' 
Sho' Yo! and/or  Fo' Sheezy my Neezy?
Then would you believe me? That I'm really 16 and smoke weed dipped in PCP.

I am a woman now, but how?
I know you from who?
have you studied my avatar and guessed me to be thirty three?
did you see my ball cap and mistake me for shallow?
did you read a young man's writing and ask, "for what is that guy aspiring? I 
mean he's got fire, but he's a liar and I write circles around that jerk!"
did you go berserk when ya' heard  I was a cross dresser on Thirsty 
Thursdays?
did you attend my Miss World pageant and make fun of my Max Factor?
did you love me when I walked with Jehovah, Praise YHWH! YAH BRAVO YAH?
Encore, encore! Atta boy, what a saint?
guess it doesn't matter anyway
we're going to perceive what we want to believe
guess it never mattered anyway
next year I'll be ninety-nine and every time I go swimming, mobs of teenage 
women beg to dive in the deep end for too long with me...and just be wrinkled 
friends...(Depends in the deep end)
at one hundred and ten, I suppose things will be different
seventy five years in the methadone line and it's time to be free and begin to 
spend my pension.
Can I have your attention
one more thing to mention
For the last time, I can't help if you don't understand me....I'm only alien see,  
so please,  shine your light and stop taking these random words so literally. 
There is a reason why I cannot read. Now I must ask...
why do you?

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Kabuteng P.Ink K. Date: 8/2/2014 11:34:00 AM Why do I read? So I can get a tip or two on how to write such brain picking poetry such as yours. Your poems are always very interesting, makes me re-read & think... I guess that it's inevitable that people would have this mindset based on what we write & sometimes it can be hard to shake those images, especially when one writes outside the box. Thanks for taking us along the deep end... Login to Reply

Debbie Guzzi Date: 7/31/2014 7:47:00 AM Really loved this romp through your brain pan - I think you should try a Blitz poem! I guess I get you because of how much I myself have gone through and because of how much I read & because I believe myself to be an empath? [The words not in the dictionary???] Too many fav lines to count so to my fav's and a 7 Light & Love Login to Reply