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Acrimonious Fool, Apologize!</u>
You see you see I've been here running on this freeway
Running from you,
you, you, you!
Mistress: "Tell me what I deserve! Mine, mine, mine mine mine!"
Taking these lies and drinking them up now
You think you know more, more more more~
Here we go, yet again
Lie, lie lie lie.
Poet: "I fuck up but let me explain,"
Bowing down at your feet,
you request more than what you deserve.
Mistress: "More, more more more! Tell me what I deserve!"
Taking these lies and drink them up now
You think you bleed more, more more more!
You know you hold more, more more more!
Mistress: "Whore! Whore! You whore whore whore!"
Poet: "This is what you say as you see I'm standing here.
Let me explain,
why should I apologize for your mistake?"
Poet:"I fuck up everything, but let me explain."
Mistress: "No, no, no no no!"
Taking these lies and breathe them so casually
You think you know more, more, more, more!
Here we go, yet again
Poet: "Lie, lie lie lie!"
They bow down low,
heads cast aglow.
Mistress: "Whore! Whore! Whore! You are a poor excuse for a peasant!"
Mistress: "Whore! Whore! Whore! You are a whore whore whore!"
Mistress: "Bitch! Witch! I'll watch you burn for treachery! Burn burn burn! Tell me what I deserve!"
They bow down low,
hoping to gain an unwavering trust.
Lusting for beauty, for that unwavering knowledge.
For what narcissistic ends?
Poet: "Please, let me explain.
I am ambient, for you often bite the hand that feeds you.
Here I stand; giving you news-
there is nothing left-
that I have none to apologize for!"
They bow low, ignoring her blows
While the poet stands—
Steadfast.
Mistress: “No! No! No!”
Silence fills the past.
Which one fades?
You see you see I've been here running on this freeway
Running from you,
you, you, you!
Mistress: "Tell me what I deserve! Mine, mine, mine mine mine!"
Taking these lies and drinking them up now
You think you know more, more more more~
Here we go, yet again
Lie, lie lie lie.
Poet: "I fuck up but let me explain,"
Bowing down at your feet,
you request more than what you deserve.
Mistress: "More, more more more! Tell me what I deserve!"
Taking these lies and drink them up now
You think you bleed more, more more more!
You know you hold more, more more more!
Mistress: "Whore! Whore! You whore whore whore!"
Poet: "This is what you say as you see I'm standing here.
Let me explain,
why should I apologize for your mistake?"
Poet:"I fuck up everything, but let me explain."
Mistress: "No, no, no no no!"
Taking these lies and breathe them so casually
You think you know more, more, more, more!
Here we go, yet again
Poet: "Lie, lie lie lie!"
They bow down low,
heads cast aglow.
Mistress: "Whore! Whore! Whore! You are a poor excuse for a peasant!"
Mistress: "Whore! Whore! Whore! You are a whore whore whore!"
Mistress: "Bitch! Witch! I'll watch you burn for treachery! Burn burn burn! Tell me what I deserve!"
They bow down low,
hoping to gain an unwavering trust.
Lusting for beauty, for that unwavering knowledge.
For what narcissistic ends?
Poet: "Please, let me explain.
I am ambient, for you often bite the hand that feeds you.
Here I stand; giving you news-
there is nothing left-
that I have none to apologize for!"
They bow low, ignoring her blows
While the poet stands—
Steadfast.
Mistress: “No! No! No!”
Silence fills the past.
Which one fades?
Something I wrote recently after a story idea that I came up with.
The Poet is me, and the Mistress can be anyone. The story behind this poem is that the Mistress wants the Poet to tell her whatever wise words and undeserved admiration that she needs to hear so she can keep her slaves, friends, and everyone she knows under her sickening rule.
At the end, one of them dies.
Who really dies is up to the reader.
Did the Poet die because she became too steadfast?
Did the Mistress die because of her constant hunger for all things human, sucking everyone dry? The poet or her own ways may have killed her. This can be determined by the reader.
The Poet is me, and the Mistress can be anyone. The story behind this poem is that the Mistress wants the Poet to tell her whatever wise words and undeserved admiration that she needs to hear so she can keep her slaves, friends, and everyone she knows under her sickening rule.
At the end, one of them dies.
Who really dies is up to the reader.
Did the Poet die because she became too steadfast?
Did the Mistress die because of her constant hunger for all things human, sucking everyone dry? The poet or her own ways may have killed her. This can be determined by the reader.
© 2009 - 2024 AshleyDavies
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One full of pride and greed, the other full of defiance and resentment. Which one dies? It doesn't matter. The lesson is taught regardless. The lesson depending on who you are I geuss.
Sorry
The poem made me feel a bit philosophical. Needless to say I liked it
Sorry
The poem made me feel a bit philosophical. Needless to say I liked it