As he studied my attention
I refused to blink. He told me things about my-
self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained
American Eagle sweat shirt
that found me on the Clarence rack.
I told him to **** off! But he continued
to weave his words through my intelligence.
He was such an inspired ******* cruelty
bunched together in fifty-seven pages
of brilliance.
There was no winning against his intellectual
abuse. So I let him have the last word.
I closed the book.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
As he studied my attention
I refused to blink. He told me things about my-
self I tried to keep hidden under a coffee stained
American Eagle sweat shirt
that found me on the Clarence rack.
I told him to **** off! But he continued
to weave his words through my intelligence.
He was such an inspired ******* cruelty
bunched together in fifty-seven pages
of brilliance.
There was no winning against his intellectual
abuse. So I let him have the last word.
I closed the book.
this poem is apart of a collection of poetry titled "Beyond Rainbows & Yellow Brick Roads"
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