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Nourish the Beast
Contributed by
fanniesson
on
Sunday, 8th March 2009 @ 01:07:48 PM in AEST
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My mother claimed
she breast-fed me
till her nipples bled,
till it just didnt look right anymore,
till people started to talk.
Rocked me to sleep for years,
Brahms playing in the back ground.
Did not limit my pacifier sucking,
let me keep my security blanket
till it eventually washed away to
nothingness one day,
potty trained me only when
I was good and ready,
sent me to pre-school
at my request.
Encouraged playing with dolls
as well as cars
but never guns,
and still.
I love kicking the damn dog
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fanniesson
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Re: Nourish the Beast
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by Spike on
Monday, 9th March 2009 @ 05:35:38 AM AEST
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Ha! wonderfully timed punch line and a great entry to the nature/nurture debate. Although, one could argue that the lack of boundaries explains the cruelty. On second thought, nah - it just feels so ...satisfying. Thanks for the guffaw and the good poetry.
Spike (who has a barking neighbours dog that deserves a size 9 in the butt, if only I could get off the bitty). |
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