Haunted Colours
Lacerated insights pour into my head
(why must he beat me and make me submit?)
Should I stay awake or should I go to bed?
(why must he make me wear this latex outfit?)
Pebbles and golf balls rain down on my hat
(why must he make me stand out here alone?)
Should I stand to attention or lie down flat?
(why does he leave me here, chilling to the bone?)
Goat milk and snowflakes fall upon my hair
(why must he make me sleep here in the fridge?)
Should I drink the juice or eat the Camembert?
(why must he always make me play bridge?)
Salty tears and pearls trickle down my face
(why must he always make hurtful remarks?
I try to tandem but cannot keep pace
(why must he drag me to National Parks?)
Memories betray foggy in my mind
(why must he tease me about my numb skull?)
Should I tell the truth, or would that be unkind?
(why must he read me verses so dull?)
Contributors: | Beefy, archaeopteryx, F, Ethetran, P, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 15th October 2003 by Anon.. |