2006 A.D. Poem (Don't Tread On Me)

You are so adorably whacked, my anti.

I personally only tease and nudge.

Sorry about your past, however,

You have your whole future ahead.

And it's up to you to fill your head,

With whoever is wherever you go.

And so the rascals out there,

You allow to get in your hair,

Bring themselves to you because

You ask them to, confoundedly

Bringing yourself to astoundedly

Question their right to flow.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is dedicated to a lady who choses her spirituality rather than let anyone else choose it for her.

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