Linking A To B...

i am glad
that A has not known much
she is like
a basket without a base
letting off
what should better be kept

the fruits are rotten
and she is no sleeping
she hops from one bottle of beer
to another
till she gets drunk and
tipsy

she bares herself naked
and in the morning when everyone is gone
she lays there alone
feasted by all flies

then B sends me messages
of hate
and humiliation

i am lucky
i am never like any of them.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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