Do Not Beg Me When I Go

May 15, 2012
Do not whimper the atrocious word in my ear-“please”
Get off your knees, how they bruise like a hemophiliac peach
Unclasp your hands; I am not the highest power
Smear the counterfeit tears away from your cheeks
Shield your eyes from the rusted rims of the grand yellow taxi
and do not beg me when I go

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