Poetry Prompt Day 12 – OctPoWriMo 2016, Prompt: Strong!
“Strong, you don’t know the meaning of the word”
you say while I think “wrong.” I belong elsewhere.
Let’s not prolong this charmless, harmless song.
You’ll have your bong with its pong scenting
no repenting, while I’m venting all night long.
Tonight you chose your scotch instead, I fled
before something bled, me probably. Can’t get it
in my head, that being good in bed means little
compared with all you said, that led to this brittle
dazed dead feeling, that’s left me kneeling, noncommittal.
end 10/12/2016 (2)