Didn't you say she's your new one?
Didn't you tell me she was fun?
I know exactly how that can be
You just got someone like me.
Does she lke to suck your face?
Does she also wear silk and lace?
Your eyes must be getting misty
You, and another like me.
Does she cast spells in bed?
Did she follow all you said?
Does she share the way you feel?
She's just as crazy as me.
Does she like the number 69?
Does she wash her hair in wine?
She is as stupid as can be
She's too much like me.

Copyright 1998 by Bardic Curse

This is one of the more sarcastic, angry poems I wrote. I thought it sounded all queer when I first wrote it. I think it sounds much better now. This poem is about an angry woman whose lover had forsaken her for another woman whom she thinks is stupid for having fallen for the man. This, no matter how artful, has no meaning for me, though. I think I've had it through with men. Maybe I'll just wait and let fate decide for me... *sigh*