you gather your henchmen
close and closer
they
whose quals consist
\in whole and part\
of oft-shriveled
deified appendages
and an omnipresent
aptitude for grating
self-aggrandizement.
you flaunt
your petulant pedigree
while maggots squirm
on the flyleaf
pearling slime
on the stained
glass aperture
to your fears
I neither sway
nor hold self-same
relegated
as I am
thankless workhorse
\inflamed appendix\
held in abeyance
bend my back
with toil and trouble
work nimble fingers
to aching bones.
I break not
dear sir
limbo me not
to the lowest
of your lows
wonderful poem
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Thank you
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Amazing, Aurora! ❤
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Thank you Eric. I appreciate it
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Dearest Talented Poetess, This poem hit hard on so many levels. I thought immediately of how many times people say; ‘How low can you go?’ and what that inferred (going down on, feeling low, how low can you fall) as well as the gyrate of doing it, and the graphic of the photo (perfect) and how it has a sexual element (esp from the gaze of the male) but can also be innocent fun and how you juxtapose all of that along with almost a classic poetic form. WOW you’re damn clever and I thought this was an excellent example of how bright your mind shines.
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Oh my goodness that’s such an amazing compliment! I’m not certain I really did all of that but I greatly appreciate it. Thank you!
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Ah but you did! 🙂 I read it three times I am certain! And you are so welcome dearling
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This is wonderful. You are wonderful. That is all. (and so much more)
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Oh wow Sarah. Thank you!! This evolved from the final line running around in my head
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