“HOW FRAIL AM I?’ a poem November 28, 2019 (Thursday)
You can cut me with a piece of paper, wound me with a word;
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.