The Poetry Kit |
| A. D. Winans | |||
| POEM FOR V.J. All I ask is that you don't Give me any more shit Just tell me the fucking truth I don't need this kind of abuse And I've been used one too many times By editors who say my work is "great" Then find excuses not to publish it And by lovers who tell me I'm the best lover they have ever had Only to end up with a loaded gun Pointed at my head Save your platitudes for the fools The world has an excess of them I don't claim to be famous I don't claim to be a prince I don't claim to have all the answers Or even some of them If you can't be honest with me You're playing in the wrong ballpark I don't want to be God's right hand man I don't want to be Satan's stooge Santa Clause or Scrooge All I want baby is for you To quit making demands on me Save your tales for the naive Save them for the damned Save them for the Warden Waiting on a reprieve Take your hi-heel shoes up To Nob Hill There's a bad waiter Waiting there eager To fill your order |
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