Play Time

Exhibit A

Though I have grown accustomed to your
Swinish mien, Cassandra dear, don't think
That I approve of it. Your clothes lay on
The bathroom floor. Your meals, half-
Finished, harden into concrete in the living
Room. Your shoes sit where you kicked them
Off, beneath chairs every place I look.
I pick up when and what I can, but can't keep
Up, my feline neatness insufficient to offset
Your deeply swinish ways.


Exhibit B

Unchased, so chaste, she hastened through
Her studies, and, when finished, learned
That she'd been placed atop a research
Institute. In it, her chastity was lost
To one who gravitated toward brainy
Women wrapped in lab coats.
He thought she was cute.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-03-10 at 15:39

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