Come now, we have been merely
bandying words – reveal yourself,
clean the slate of your pretensions.
What is your game?
I am no-longer amused by obscure
and iconic references, they are the
sanctuary of the young and they
don’t even mean what you say.
You are unclear in your feelings
gliding between affection and hate
gleefully rending loved and unloved
alike with your literary teeth.
Is it too late to call a truce? Let me
say who I am; I am the overweight
gentleman with a rose in his teeth,
- and you are…?
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-30
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