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A bid good riddance
by Timothy WilsonYour touch is out of reach
I’m captain of the ship now
I can’t jump on your band wagon and hate me too
When you won’t let me join you in anything
And so long whore
Happy trails of hell fire
Send me a post card, and I’ll be sure to mail you the wrath you’ve sewed in me
07/08/2011 Posted on 07/08/2011
Copyright © 2024 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Zimmerman on 07/08/11 at 04:56 AM I love the images in this poem. Short though it is, the reader feels a sense of completeness and resonance with your writing. I especially enjoyed the phrase, "...I'll be sure to mail you the wrath you've sewed in me." |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 07/12/11 at 04:35 AM Hahahaha! I haven't felt that way since before the 1st W W. So I take it things aren't working out between you two? Hahahahaha! |
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