Biting BackA Poem by BuboI have no doubt the picture will be deleted! A rant at how I am sometimes made to feel......maybe I should have been born a man!
They call me antisocial because.............. I won't dribble random words or appease Gurgle over lipsticks,or perfect size six 6 feet Compare my wandering hips, or delicately sneeze Gossip about poor Cheryl, fantasise about Beckham Or swap stories of some poor divorced woman, Coo over hanger upon hanger of shapeless oddments Or spend endless consuming hours in dress rehearsal Admiring my plastic beauty before a mirror Or become Miss oh so clever text queen, Grant a kiss that never quite reaches the cheeks Or quash mounds of flesh into a bra to become Pamela Anderson Scoff at the less well off pretending to be a good Samaritan No, I won't Bend over Tuck it in Thrust it out Stretch the skin Giggle gliding on heels File my nails Perfect the cute dimple Pick the invisible pimple Become someone's mannequin And bath in products not oh so Simple No I won't I shall dig in Go out on a limb Stay out of the gym Discipline? What's wrong with plain old genuine...... I might be a little unfinished Oh no, don't rub it in My tatty ways, my curious shop My bitten nails, my unruly crop My impatience, my ignorance But there was no down payment For my mighty feisty frame I just don't want to play their game
They call me antisocial But I'm no one's mannequin
© 2010 Bubo
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Added on August 18, 2010Last Updated on September 30, 2010 AuthorBuboLondon, God, United KingdomAboutSo, I write.... I'm a Scorpio.....A Jersey CI bean, with complications in life that were never expected. Some say I am over emotional, I say I am just more aware. I believe we all have a gift, i.. more..Writing
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