Personal Poem of the Day
Don’t take my words personally
Else you’ll get stung by letters
Don’t try to decipher Y Bs bumble on
Else ewe’ll get your feelings 2 pop!
Don’t try 2 un-not a B mad as a pariah
Else you’ll end up with 1 in a bonnet
Take ur drugs & shots like a good patient
aches..patience above a need to pollinate
Then Y do U struggle against your own singularity?
Stitch by snitch, it’s not personal, the sting of a B
We’re all stuck in GroundHog day on repeat
Then by being some1 else, we R caught
ill bewitched by vendettas & agendas.
Then throw out my escape playbook & ring
Toss cursed pages to the dogs & werewolves!
Till every shred of dignity becums confetti
Where is my refuge when Hive burns?
here is my God smiting our wordy demons?
When Saturn devours his children & Zeus,
That’s when Hera snarks, “It’s not personal.”
Who was eating whom, Goya? Kruel Beans.
Hear gods gnashing, my head conceiving Athena,
ell, personally, Prometheus is not lying on the job
Moogin? Whoogin? Stop pecking at my inflamed livers,
Say watt? It’ll grow back by morning? Odious!
Top of the Mourning 2 yew & ewe & you.
is fingers pointing & twigs singing, this pariah
Losing faith in Personal & Power of WORDs,
Heaving to resurrect or impregnate my impostor
Bleeding vowels & consonants in2 characters
As if 1470 letters R enuf 2 send me back to B-ing me
Presently participating as an egoless gerund,
Selfless 2a fault, wouldn’t that B the Being’s needs
Letting go of even a bumbling B, B-ing
& oddly even Love!