The Curse

I bang my head in frustration.
What is wrong with you today?
Are you thirsty let me get you a drink.
No? That’s not it?
I bang my head again.

Didn’t I give you shelter from the cold?
Didn’t I bathe you and pamper you with the sweetest smelling soaps?
Didn’t I dress you in pretty colors?
I’m sure I did.

I gave you all that I had to give.
You gave me nothing in return.
I sweated buckets of blood for you.
You just sat there refusing to budge.

Aren’t you always the prettiest on the block?
Don’t people passing by always stop to admire you?
Don’t I give you anything and everything you could possibly want?

I bang my head in frustration.
Come on Baby, don’t do this today.
For just this once pretend you like me.
I bang my head again.

Shay Kuntz
9/1/02
Stupid bike, anyone want an 82 Harley FLH?

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