sexy-pink, and soft and warm,
doesn’t thrash, or snore or kick ;
pillow I would pick.
rather hug its comfort form
alone, where peace prevails,
by the stuff I like :
simple food, the TV, bike …
rather talk with garden snails
Or on the
road, with wheels spinning,
towns drift by – yet more to go –
rivers, forests, deserts’ glow.
rather ride my bike (waist thinning)
double hull and sails of cat’,
cabins filled with friends of mine ;
tropics, where we swim and dine –
spend vacation bucks on that
children tremble, fear and cry
hearing but your self-serve side –
odious rants of “jilted bride” –
Good God ! Too bad your mom should die
of you !
scheme, connive, and truth condemn –
lawyers from McOink, McFall !
progress billings count as all ;
my coins will go to them
of you !
is dark and clouded o’er ;
no plans but well-stuffed purse.
and haggard, dismal curse
much better to adore
( Addendum )
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