how do i please thee
so easily blue
so quick to eruption
yet painfully true
her heart bares a silence
that is soulfully new
creatively mischief
how did i become the fool
fought so long to find favor
what i found was a friend
one to laugh at all my anger
not as mockery
but to show the hypocrisy
of that which i had cursed
for in my misery
she would cling to me
while convincing me
of my worth
so i thank her with my verse
and as a poet that is my death
all the flesh and blood that I have left…
I Thank You