Hygiene Is Important

The flow may have lost me a bit but the content is grand! "200 proof honesty," - you should copy right that because some song writer is gonna steal it at first chance. The beginning could be a piece all by itself for me "When you inch your way toward My good graces, I watch For the basics first – an inspired apology, A slow tap tap tapping of your steel- Heeled boots and an earnest effort In purloining my hurts." All in all, nice work. -Nathaniel

love nathaniel's comments, love the theme, then the fine whacko at the ending, about 'your' aging and his speech! i love little poem windows that let me see beyond the business and facades of everyday, thanks alot!

I laughed 'till my sides hurt. I take it that you had this conversation, in your head? Don't want to scare them too soon. Funny, funny! ~ Geezer

Ann of Norway Dancing on words, we swash-buckle through your poem with panache and verve, disgust and robusted, so much to tear out for display that I hesitate but will do it with a few lower down!! Oh Canasta Zia, il mia zia di Canada, no aunt you but you reminded me of my Aunt Dorothea, called Dora for short, she KNEW HOW AN EGG WAS BOILED, ONE WAY ONLY! She expected obeyance( ok my word), and meted out commands like big meals a little hard for children to swallow. "Go and fetch my bag." She said to me. I was three, I stood my ground. She repeated and I still stood rooted. Then she went to my mother, in tears, and insisted that I must be better brought up and do what I was told. My mother calmly asked her what was the problem, and on being told that I wouldn't fetch her handbag, my mother asked how she had asked, and on learning this, she said you didn't ask her nicely, go back and ask nicely, with a please and see what happens. Back came the boiling aunt Dora who said please, and I went straight away to fetch her blooming bag. "When you inch your way toward My good graces" "And decrustation of the corners of Your lies." ....Shakespearean 2010. "My brain throngs to implicate you in perjury, In a larceny that voids forever.".........yow. "I don’t want much just you with innervated Eyes and verisimilitude of thoughts, of articulation, Of hearing, listening indulging. Is this too much to ask for?" Oh lady of the wild places, your wild graces flow like honey on the rubbish tips of human depravity, Get away with it!!!!! Love Margaret Ann.

OLYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ~!~! omg Woman how could I miss this one ... Smiles for miles you should be able to see me from up there lol ... huni when you said hey stop looking at my tits thats when I knew ... god I love this poem you could have written it for me lol oh theres a story there love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe