Grimace
fearful
engulf
STICKS AND STONES
I throw back
the words they throw at me
Words bigger
than cosmopolitan
They eat them
for breakfast and spit them out
I grimace
when I see them coming
Running for
cover I hide in the cupboard
Pull the
blanket up over my face
Fearful that
they’ll find me there and take me back
I don’t want
to be their rusty robot anymore
Any more than
I want this blanket to engulf me
Sticks and
stones can only dent me
And my
vocabulary is bigger than theirs
But the thing
I fear is the electric drill
They hold me
down and unscrew me
Take off my
face and work on my brain
Every time
they do that I forget my name
That’s why
I’m hiding in the cupboard
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Best place methinks! Interesting.
ReplyDeleteMy 3WW tale!
Thanks Keith, please don't tell anyone where I am.
Deletescary
ReplyDeleteIt is when that drill gets going!
DeleteThe computer does not sound ok...I am huddling there with it...a great write - good to see you
ReplyDeleteThanks Jae, your words are always an inspiration to me.
DeleteBut hiding in the cupboard just makes them think they need to do an update.
ReplyDeleteHi Alice, the update is long overdue, I'm not coming out of the cupboard until they're gone.
ReplyDeleteTrouble is my brain does not compute any more.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I think that's why they want to work on my brain too.
ReplyDeletehope that you make improvement.
ReplyDeleteThamks, I'm getting better wvery day.
DeleteI think the solution could be in singing your favorite songs, or even your own poems as chants....then you are protected... thanks for stopping by ~
ReplyDeleteThank you,I think this one should do the trick :
ReplyDeleteWe would whittle whistles with wood
We would, Willy willy, with wood.
We work with whistles, when we walk.
We would work with whistles we would!