Sunday, October 3, 2010

Detest

You child, you there, you stop your sniveling whine,
If I wanted to give you oranges, twould be only the rinds.
Your tears upset me not because of your pain
but because they produce painful pricks in my brain.
You come into the room with lamentations for me
Assaulting my nostrils with your odor of pee?
I've my globe bar to polish, please do go away
My regret in knowing you grows with each day.

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