02-19-2012, 06:23 PM
It would matter not if on my death bed I lie;
she is more insistent than a full bladder,
with hand she’d have me write as my last breath I sigh.
What anguish she causes me, to her doesn’t matter.
She is more insistent than my spoiled cat,
and one thinks who could be more insistent than that?
Yet here I am at 3 am, playing her scribe once more,
although I’ve sworn at least a thousand times before,
I never would, not again, write anything for that whore!
©2012 -Erthona
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.