Poetry

Come On (#587)

What words do you have for me today?
Words that I might mold like clay,
None? None! What do you mean none?
What do you mean you’re really done?
Not even a teensy little drop?
When did rest mean totally stop?
I thought you’d at least try,
I know you’re not completely dry,
Tell me that you’re just kidding,
I know you’re not at my bidding,
But you can’t just leave me hanging,
Against the wall my head’s banging,

Any Thoughts?

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