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Opposites [a tract]
by Laura DoomIf I slap you with the truth
your howl unleashes blind suspicion;
if I stroke you with a lie
your purr arouses my displeasure;
if I play diplomacy
the animal within me writhes.
Such issues sealed, yet unaddressed
return as monsters when delivered.
So -- while my instincts pace and weigh
do you have anything to say?
For sure, why don't you take a walk
and exorcise that crap you talk? 08/25/2009 Posted on 08/25/2009
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 01/04/10 at 10:32 PM I stroked your poem with an upgrade to its rather unjust rating. But it needn't purr (trust me). As for the communicative options presented here, I've always favored silence - its reception is so unpredictable. |
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