#SoCS Feb. 6/16: The Point – Poetry

for Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt: “finger”

Warning: Rated R for foul language

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The Point

Don’t point your finger at me
like I am your property
a babe to reprimand
a child kept underhand

you think you’re so wise
with your understated compromise
telling me I’m no good
while you rip the neighborhood

dressed to kill
seeking out the latest thrill
fanning and fawning over men
broadcasting your sin

I want none of your hypocrisy
with your husband awash at sea
he gave you everything you own
it’s now time for you to atone

I may not be a saint
but here’s my biggest complaint
you threw yourself at me
begging me to believe

you’d give up all the rest
if I could pass your silly test
I can only be who you see
not who you want me to be

So what if your life’s a bore
and you are digging around for more
sorry to be so blunt
but you’re just a fucking cunt

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