cyberthuggian

when the morning comes
i’ll yearn for transcendence again
tho’ the days keep piling all around
but before i know it i’ll be choking on fire
the fulsome hate behind your words

we’re not the object of your resentment
your feelings are way too big for our insides
we’re wayfaring strangers, not obliging quintains
so tilt at yourself please and leave us alone
don’t make us breach like worn out wineskins

is this what you want, to slut shame us?
fine, if it helps then you’re the higher one
and we are the weak, tawdry, ignoble
so when the morning comes you’ll have won
and i’m sure this knowledge will have warmed your bed

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016

78 thoughts on “cyberthuggian

  1. Intense emotions and you’ve brought so much honest into this poem. Love it.

    we’re not the object of your resentment
    your feelings are way too big for our insides
    we’re wayfaring strangers, not obliging quintains

    Man, you sure have a way with words my friend. 🙂

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  2. Oh dear, I’m very distressed (though the poem is excellent) that anyone should give you a difficult time. Want me to beat them up for you? 🙂 The part of the poem I loved most, which may seem pathetic on my part, is “the days keep piling all around”–I just love that, because that’s how I feel a lot of the time 🙂

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  3. How terribly clever of you. If it is what I think it is then, Bravo with balls and titties and all things shiny. Way to go. Oh, did I use the word, ‘tittle,’ perhaps I meant, ‘Tattie’…never mind. You know what I mean, I think, I hope. Awesome stuff folks.

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