Mind Your Manners by Ellen Donbeck
July 1st, 2008 | Published in Poetry
Break me apart in even pieces
So that when you go,
I can be reassembled
On your bed
Where I lay next to your beautiful lie
Which sticks like truthMy broken pieces grow new limbs
Stealing the promise I made to the North
Where a new life waits for me
Smoking fancy cigarettes, to pass the time
Smiling, glamoring asshole
You wrote me a song
I wrote you a line
To ease the empty feeling when you’re not around
I never heard your tune
You swallowed my words
And choked on the aftertasteThe voice inside my month of escape
Screams in the core
Of my creation
Starving my aspirations
Praying for bloodYou think the women around you are crazy
You’re too embarrassed to admit
The wet dream you get
When she arches her back in those jeans
You like so much
Because they impress your friendsShe turns you on
When others desire her
When you make her cum
It makes your ego hard and stiff
You’re such a good boy
With good manners
But you fuck like an animal
When passion becomes too filling
And you lay empty
She’s there
She’s ugly until she loves you
Only than – you can shape her
To mind your manners
Ask her for answers
As your teach her
All the right things to say
Repeat after me:
You’re so fucking cute, when you’re not you
You’re so fucking cute, when you’re me
You think it’s so fucking cute that I’m broken
It’s so fucking cute, that your broken like me


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