Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

You plait my guts like schoolgirls braid their hair—
with giggles, grins and gossip— while you’re sure
I’ll praise your giving talent, unaware
each moment is a hell that I endure
unwillingly and based upon a pure
and simple inability to snap
my fingers, flee or find another cure
for my impatience, lest I slip and slap
you silly, till you’re bruised— till all your crap
is dropped, exposed and silenced. You’re a bitch—
but no one’s ever gonna say it. Grapple
with truth of who you are and ditch
the false impression that you beautify
the world. You don’t— to think you do’s a lie.

Sonnets are tough, nice effort here.

gifted poet brings another gem.

I love this, Joel!