comic poetry Her grace is not Grace?

anonymous

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I am the piper, the formant, the writer
follow, listen or turn the page.
concerned with love to spite her!? Ridiculous!
Seeing beyond my ego? wait!

Stop playing. Stop speaking. Stop writing!
what of the words that you confess to me?!
I cannot be dragged by your dreams any longer!
You must retire the pipes - I wish to live peacefully!

Now that I am retained by the her imminence
I eagerly await the sound of natures horn
I have given up few to be with one
though the less I have the more she's won?

No! In retrospect my darling
you're always ahead!
the closer you bring me to my death
the closer we are to your end.
I may have no bag's to hold,
no machines to listen to
& now no paper in which to take pride.
But you're one bag left I'm willing to blow
because I refuse to be at your mercy - I'd rather die.

"My fair lady?"
 
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