How many barbs, do a prison cell make ? How many arrows, can this poor heart take ? What outrageous fortune, has brought me to this ? Why does everyone, just seem to want to take the piss ? Out of one prison, and into another ? Is this all you've got planned for me, mother ? Where is the trust, I so long to enjoy ? Or am I just, a mental sex toy ? Notes: (1) Slang term 'taking the piss' means having a laugh at someone's expense, taking the mickey, etc (2) Slang term 'mental' means excellent, as in, what a mental poem. Of course there is the regular meaning too.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem to celebrate the dawning of a beautiful new day. I was inspired to write it just after the light of dawn, not least as my aching tooth felt better. So the morning was even better than the night before. I feel I've escaped the confines of my own prison, only to find myself being cast into another because of mistrust, which is not deserved. It's not only drunks who take faltering steps in life, and people should be judged not on how they walk, but the path that they take. Too often people use the wrong criteria when making an evaluation, but who said life was fair ?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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