Poems from meganmasten
It's the cocked eyebrow you give me--Quizzical
Hold that, its the cocked eyebrow and the quizzical look you give everyone
It drives me...
What is the meaning of their blasphemous pride?
This blaming ride,
The escape goat, am I?
What is the point of the out of place lies?...
They work you hard,
Like a mule with a cart.
They lash your back,
If you're not smart.
And if you are.
You better watch out.
They'll whip...
"You can't rhyme."
"You can't walk."
"You can't sing."
"You can't talk."
I throw down a rope to carry her...