A Scalpel

A scalpel am I to cynthia’s
Aching tooth
And true to your calling
You are the morphin
To my antiquated pain

All I need really is a simple
Bamboo
Toothpick

Get some sleep prince charming
Now free yourself

Just be an ordinary man
To an ordinary woman

Hold on to your promise
To love her till the end

For better or for worse, for richer for poorer.
In sickness and in health
Till death do you part

Remind her though
Not to outdo your promise to love each other

You may find it too humiliating for yourself
And you simply
Retreat to yourself like a deflated balloon

But just in case
Love stops, ceases, and becomes frank and true

Say: I don’t love you anymore

Take the yellow brick road

And dance yourself to freedom.

You’re too courageous, It does not matter who gets hurt.

It could be you. It could just be you.

Jaundiced man, jaundiced heart.

Every woman you love wishes you a happy

Death.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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