“HOW FRAIL AM I?’ a poem November 28, 2019 (Thursday)

You can cut me with a piece of paper, wound me with a word;

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Just one [mean] look from President Trump , and I might “drop a turd,”

Because I AM scared s _ _ _less, with just one nasty glance,

And I can shake myself TO DEATH, if I try too hard to dance,

‘Cause, although SO fragile, I can dance SO high up in the air,

And come down in an awful heep; so, please, let’s all prepare,

To be very, very delicate delicate with little ol’ me;

I’m that fragile toy in the box in your nur ser y.

I’m Sensitive Jack;

Please be gentle now, although I’m a little horny,

And I’m trying to be “centered” here, trying not to be too corny,

Just HOPING that no one really gets TOO MAD,

At me, when you know I am being sometimes awfully bad?

Anyway, just know I NEED LOTS OF TENDER LOVING (you know) T. L. C.

I’m SO FRAGILE; my heart’s easily broken,

Don’t wring my neck, for I’m IN LOVE for E – ternity.

fin โ™ฅ

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Published by J Jay Samuel Davis

A West Texas Cowboy, seeking "fishers of (wo)men!"

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