Leverage Poem by Rebekah Wooten

Leverage



Leverage
It's not a staircase I have to climb
It's an elevator he pulls up by hand at the steady pace I demand
It's necessary to be to be high to be mighty
Ignite me
fight for me
It's your birthright
how utterly gratifying
Wrap your you arms tight around me
You are my leverage
Why should I try when you can do it for me?
I unglue your power
Alter and falsify the lines
Blurry is my favorite colour
I'm a charmer a trickster
I'm wicked but you adore the loss of control
Because I glorify it
Oh my darling swimming in forgetful circles
'Round and 'round the glass bowl
I hold your rigmarole soul between my
Finger and my thumb
You dumb gullible thing
Sing for me
As I eradicate the last of your contumacy
My freedom is effortless leverage
With a tamed goldfish who listens at the meager threat of disparagement
What a eager little goldfish that lifts me high!
Leverage is my friend
The elevator my slave
The goldfish serves my self-image
in return I reserve his concern for only me
This is the age of bondage

Thursday, June 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: laziness
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