The Stepford Wife.
Just relax,
And allow the social the rules to guide you.
And interject,
At opportune times.
The powers that be,
Feed you your lines.
Well-mannered, good.
Does what she should.
Well read,
Well bred,
That pretty head.
Alright.
Polite.
Just smile,
As their words are closing in around you.
And genuflect,
When they come near.
Just grit your teeth,
Consumed with fear.
Ritual absurd,
Seen and not heard.
Heard and not seen,
A tainted dream.
Well-mannered, good.
Does what she should.
Well read,
Well bred.
A joke instead?
Alright. Polite.
1 Comments:
So you think you're a poet now....very clever. But I still say go back to your original sarcastic self...I never liked poetry. Hated it in school. Yours was cute though
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