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FancyFacade

verbosity is the sign
of a strange one
eccentric and peculiar
like the young female
who picks at her food
eating the lettuce
and leaving the meat
to cater to these "men";
pigs, rather,
and ends up
skin and bones
and left with a disease-
like the poet
who writes and does not do
like the Mother
who claims rights to
tell their children the way
but cleans the house
once a year-
and if the dog uses the floor of the house
as a restroom,
so be it.

this cradle of crap is so inviting, dont you think?
cant think of anywhere else id rather be.

Mr Pyjama

Wow! i really got the emotion that you put into that when i read it.
On a second note the end made me giggle, because my friends dog pooed on her bedroom floor last night, and she was a little bit angry cos she couldn't sleep in her room.

Anyway, great poem!