Here is a new poem that might make it to my next book. I am still honing it so any comments would be appreciated.
I am a keeper
I don't do 'he's not that into me.'
I'm not interested in flaky excuses
If you do not phone me
I'll to do the same thing twice
I have no time for the sort of men
Who aren't very nice.
Don't bother with that
Easy, easy gleamed eye'd smile
It doesn't work on me
You can try it on other women
It's some peoples cup of tea
Because I am a keeper
I can wait and wait
I've seen your type come and go
Your masculine allure soon abates
So, when your fat, still trying your moves
Pathetic as you pull
I'll have the kids, security
and you will be the fool
So stare across this crowded room
Look me in the eye
Don't bother with sincerity
It would only be a lie.
Play around and waste your time
Leave love hearts shattered, broken
I care not for your company
That's why we have not spoken
(c) Belle Marsh.
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