She pulls my chain,
she leads me away,
to the room at the rear,
it’s dark, I know it is day.
My eyes are shut,
I’m scared to look,
upon the wall,
she finds the hook.
Alone and tied,
I no longer care,
I used to cry,
now I pull my hair.
Sshh! she’s coming back,
she’ll want to play,
I want to get out,
just get away.
Slapping my face,
she wants me to bleed,
it makes her smile,
she mounts her steed.
Dragging her nails,
she leaves me raw,
those metal fingers,
I call the claw.
abeigh
And who is this one. Are you collecting bones? lol
dogfish replied
hell no,
can’t you see
ain’t joe
poor guy he needs to flee.
pmsl
abeigh
Didn’t sound like Joe to me. So whom is it from you need to flee?
dogfish replied
your are right tis not joe,
this guy i do not know
help him if you can
pull him from his fying pan.. :-P
abeigh
From the pan,
and into the fire.
For this man seeks,
uncontrolled desire.
dogfish replied
no he is meek
don’t make him a liar!
it is her whim
to make him her sire
abeigh
Ah, have yet to meet a Man who is meek
dogfish replied
abeigh needs to look harder
abeigh
Aw is this the same man who was wanting to lsit my jugular and suck on my blood??
dogfish replied
no!
abeigh
Oh, you Bi Polar then? two faces and all. Do you feel more comfortable here at your place? :-P
dogfish replied
hell no
i will adapt,
improvise
and overcome
abeigh
See thats the spirit. so who am I talking to Dawg, Joe? Forgive me as I do not understand. lol
dogfish replied
dog…...yeah dog now….....i’m pretty sure…..i think
abeigh
lol, ok so how does one know the difference, are there signs to look out for? For Joe is my friend, Dog is not?
dogfish replied
signs?
unsure
if you find, let them know
abeigh
lol….ok i shall.
abeigh
he he he he…...I’m back!
Sheila Laurens
Can you believe it ?! – How strange that they are so similar (me & thee) and to think I’ve only just read the scratcher collection!! Blown away!
dogfish replied
the first poems written ever, at the grand old age of 41. go figure!