Dandelions grow close to the ground, then sprout up with a golden bloom. They are not all to complicated, here today and gone tomorrow. They are somewhat abused, but still find a way to grow. In the end they turn white and puffy and just blow away. Life and a Dandelion are alike in so many ways.
I canceled all of his credit cards, and put toothpaste in his best shoes. I burned our wedding pictures along with most of his clothes. I spray painted his Mercedes Benz, I think Pink and Purple are really hot. I deleted his cellphone numbers and posted his work address online. I signed him up for the do call list and all in record time. I sent his family all of the pictures from his lap top and posted them on You Tube. I called the IRS and said his taxes are over due. I know I might have over done it, but he is going to learn. Never leave a woman scorned lest you feel the burn .
First and foremost I must shield what I love. All that is with in my power I must do. I must be a voice of heralding giving warning of any danger. I must stand on the front line and defend what I believe in. From my native soil, to my dearest family, I must be brave and relentless. No one will stand for me but myself. In the breach I must be present, offering kindness and hope to those who are in need. I must take counsel among my brothers and sisters to know what they feel. To this end, I will offer my life and my fortune to preserve the way I choose to live. With respect for my neighbors and a willingness to ward off those of ill intent. My home must come first, before all other things. Though I may offer kindness to strangers and send help to those in distress in foreign lands, protecting my own is my first and greatest duty.
Making love, a sweaty pit stop between the sheets. Politicians, librarians, directors, janitors, authors, queens, kings, moms, you, me, All guilty of this bittersweet act of sticky significance. All willing to tangle our limbs every night.