I Cannot Be...

i cannot be always the guardian angel
to your stupidity which like a female cow in heat
somehow escapes from the fence when i begin to take my much needed sleep.

when that cat in your hand escapes to eat the moon
i cannot always assume the body of the dog
for in my own weakness i assume the shadow of the mouse

sometimes i let you go and wish that you fall off from that cliff and die for my own
good.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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