Saturday, April 16, 2011

Poem 106 of 365 /Spill-out

Spill-out

Open mouth, quench that drought,
so I fully understand what your talking about.

Whisper a shout, show a grin then a pout,
and now my ability to understand is stoutted out.

You let me in, then push me out,
you hold clout in hand, then tout about.

It is complicated to be your man when I'm flouted out,
insecurity challenges me again and again... and now I'm just'a big o' lout.

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