Saturday, February 19, 2005

 

Inconstancy

You scratched on my door,
but you weren't the Big Bad Wolf.
Or were you?
A wolf in high fashion street wear.
Your bowling shoes were shiny,
but your game was less than perfect.
Your words were crazy talk -
tall tales not true.
You said pamper me
nurture me
feed me
punish me.
You said it's your job.
I wondered how could that be so
after all,
you fired me.
Didn't you?

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