By Brandy Seymour | Brandy Seymour Poetry | 21 May 2021
Impressionable Experiences
Love's Wicked Tales
"Trustless Tree"
2002
They all come, and they beg.
All anyone wants is my keg,
beyond that they'll amputate my leg.
Now I'm tired, and need my raise.
That's enough out of you,
For I am sick of that nasty muse.
It's the same old song,
Pounding through my heart like a gong.
All thee shall use,
Above all and abuse.
And so all of my boo boos,
Are now open wounds.
Leave me alone,
Go divorce and be lone.
Don't cry to she,
Ain't no one ever cried for me.
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