Poetic Justice

Tit for tat
Your tit for that
I drank of your milk
And it rotted my teeth
Turned me rabid
And spoiled my appetite

Set me on wings of depression
. . . your tit did that
And more . . .
Ceaselessly careening
On collapsed paths
Flying in circles
Circles making curls
Out of ordinary lines

Your milk was spoiled
Always was
Down the drain of spoils
Always will be
None to put up with your crap
Your tit is that
But I learned life’s worth
Not you

Your tit
Was all that


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