Mea Culpa
By Silver Spun Sand
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Do you know what?
Undressing you’s more like
undoing a sack of potatoes!
Shame, your top’s ripped;
except, like you, it’s seen
better days, as you melt
into sheets still damp
with morning sweat.
Whatever I saw in you
I can’t imagine. Take a look
at yourself!
I don’t deny I took advantage
of your good nature, because,
that’s what I did all these years,
and you never failed me once,
until today.
Bottom line is, could be
I abused you, but don’t hold
your breath for apologies.
Got no need to feel ashamed.
Without you, I wouldn’t have
my kids...even though they’re
long-since grown, and all I see –
a lonely road stretches before me
like a strangled scream.
You could sure use a shower –
except I can’t be doing
with the task of making you –
so, vegetate a while.
Anyway – I’m out of here soon;
I’m not that hard a task-master,
and I can see you’re dead-beat.
Stick pins, if you will, in my effigy;
yet if I were you, I’d save my strength
for tomorrow, when it all begins
again.
Right now, I’ll leave you
in peace, and let this clapped out,
tumbledown shack of a body,
sleep.
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It certainly feels very
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This is really strong stuff.
Overthetop1
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Such a strong piece, Tina.
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Hi Tina, a piece of writing
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I had to google mea Culpa-
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I enjoyed this too, Tina...
TVR
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new Silver-Spun-Sand Very
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