06-23-2010, 12:28 PM
~ A Good poem for this place called "The Pig Pen"
Release me
from the confines of
my Secretary life!
I want to
strip naked
and wrestle
in the mud!
The shackles
fly from
my feet
at the onset
of this begging
irrationability.
The mud wants me
and I just want to
be - raw for a bit
free in it.
Release me,
so I can throw,
throw, some mud
at passerby's
maybe one will
stop and I can
sock him
in the eye!
He can hit
me back
I wouldn't mind
just as long as
he doesn't
grab my behind.
I really,
honestly
want to
wallow like
a pig
get in that
rich, honey
chestnut,
mud and
become
a part
of it.
Release me
from the
confines of
"I'm going to
stay composed"
let me be cooky
and go off to…
"who knows?"
Release me!
©2/10/2010
Release me
from the confines of
my Secretary life!
I want to
strip naked
and wrestle
in the mud!
The shackles
fly from
my feet
at the onset
of this begging
irrationability.
The mud wants me
and I just want to
be - raw for a bit
free in it.
Release me,
so I can throw,
throw, some mud
at passerby's
maybe one will
stop and I can
sock him
in the eye!
He can hit
me back
I wouldn't mind
just as long as
he doesn't
grab my behind.
I really,
honestly
want to
wallow like
a pig
get in that
rich, honey
chestnut,
mud and
become
a part
of it.
Release me
from the
confines of
"I'm going to
stay composed"
let me be cooky
and go off to…
"who knows?"
Release me!
©2/10/2010
Bianca


