that it was a poem you wanted me to see
reading of the future, the past left behind
once again, silly me, I was reading it blind
I felt confused bout what you were saying
just like always--the meaning you're displaying
straddling the fence--sitting in the middle
the prose that is penned is teeming with riddles
the joke's on me, once again a fool deceived
you sit there rocking and laughing up your sleeve
a Girl Scout merit from where I sit
no matter who it's for, it's the way you prepare it
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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