by Nicole D Gregory
I hate the smell of desperation
and the Simpleton who
panders hallmark simperings
Sitting quietly in the middle of
the ocean on my island life of paradise
a pink and silver chocolate heart
was placed in front of me
OH! I love milk chocolate
the bird of peace ~Dove hearts~
"watch the sunrise"
instructed the foil wrappers inside
Had I sent out a distress signal?
Is that how you are rescued?
"Do you still get up at the ass-crack of dawn
to work out?"
Did Dave say that for real?
Am I too quick to take offense
at this red-neck who still looks
forward to dollar draft night
boasting an easy $70 investment?
Am I to swoon?
Is that the club the modern-day caveman uses?
Is there a life raft available to take me back
to solitary confinement?
"be your own valentine"
The sweet milk chocolate coats
my tongue with its addictive
I bliss out
not upset at all with the fact
that, yes, a few more of these
and an hour on the treadmill ~ no one
will know which I enjoy more
"hug someone today"
How can I when I will be up
at the "ass-crack of dawn"
by myself ~ self loathing to
Do you wonder why I'm still single?
I like the dawn's ass-crack
that's the one thing that's truly dependable
Author's Note: sometimes boys should be cooked over searing sarcasm... ~N
Posted on 02/14/2008
Copyright © 2020 Nicole D Gregory
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/14/08 at 03:24 PM|
...nicole, what a pome! i'm in awe...i am overwhelmed at the way you've woven the fabric of human-thought-wonderings-expectations-attempts duh! a gillion in one[life]...in life we better learn to enjoy our own chocolate or zoweee, good work, peace, chaz