Abusive Intimacy

Me and my relationship with grammar

You make me look a fool,

and yet I am attached to you more intimately than any other being

because you are never not with me.

I’ve been writing every since I was twelve,

and you’ve followed my pen as closely as.

Your name,

is spit from the mouth’s of seventh and eighth grader’s

world

wide.

 

I knew this when I first met you,

and you never let me forget.

Yet somehow I’m attached,

to you.

 

Some would call our relationship abusive,

I’ve no doubt it is.

You ruin me with each and every word

I type.

If I had only listened to the truckers,

who hate you

as you bastardize their sons

with signs proclaiming

“Drive Slow Children At Play”

with no definition

as to whether you insult their children

or wish to protect them.

 

I should of guessed after hearing the Panda’s testimony.

As it now

sit’s in jail from simple confusion

as

the panda eats, shoots and leaves

and manages to kill no one!

 

Like Harry’s Potter and He Whom Must Not Be Named

You and I run together

And

Only one will ultimately survive.

 

 

And oh Lord

please

separate us more!

For I hear the rappers ignore you,

I beg to you, O Lord!

Give me their abilities,

allow me the same separation from

my beautiful debacle.

 

Let me Free

and

come closer

you seductive being.

Throw your commas at me,

hit me with your apostrophes,

deny me the right to use a semi-colon;

for you know I abuse the right.

Teach me how to add emphasis to my thoughts!

But please stop ignoring my calling to you.

For only you,

grammar,

my darling,

can kill my writing.