Maekitso’s Café

Three strikes

May 13, 2009 · 12 Comments

My Dad advised me once or twice
that I could make a word my own
by using it three times in different contexts.

It puzzles me that I have used you
often inconsistently
to discipline you in to common sense

and yet you have the hide to throw my books at me
and certify
‘You fucking prick! You seem to think you own me.”

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