Tuesday, January 26, 2010

screech'd out

they pester me
r u gone mad
where r the traits
aint u the chaste?

a girl shud b sweet
sans flambouyance
look at u
u scuttling fire

u ought to lisen!
litsen ! listen 2 me!
no i wont ! i wont
i cant take
ur orders upon me

my frailness
don't u dare point on!
my conduct
put ur finger down!

i am an equal
a squeal
'equal to thee'
thou shant tramp
on my entity

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