Treasure Island

Theodora (Theo) Onken

(Washington State)

Some Gifts Are Given~


Oh lady of woe have you no shame?
Heartless deviant of mime
Sour spewer of innuendo...
Voracious doom caster of time;

Oh lady of woes - still living in yesterdays error's
Weaving your tarnished visuals of questionable crime
You the mass alienator of the good souled
You - the muse of obtuse rhyme...;

Your day is, indeed, coming my lady
A promise we've kept and 'tis due...
For your intimidtion of God's forgiven
A Karmic gift has been chosen especially for you!



By, Theodora Onken

April 6,2014

Submitted: Sunday, April 06, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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What you sow(sew) so too shall you reap.

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