Curiosity is its own reciprocity, so said the cat
And animosity travels at high velocity, what do you think of that?
Said the abortionist turned contortionist; what a curious twist of fate
It was a baby, maybe, but now it is too late
With his head up his ass, If he pass’ gas he’ll blow his brains out
Though some are made of brass, mine are made of glass so don’t break em or I’ll shout
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I love the lilting quality of the poem which counters its seriousness. It is impactful ,and so well written. Thank you!
Sorry Bella I just noticed that I had not responded to this review which certainly is appreciated/
I love the lilting quality of the poem which counters its seriousness. It is impactful ,and so well written. Thank you!
Thank you Bella for your review and encouraging comments that are always most welcome.
Goodness gracious great balls of fire!
Well chosen words assembled to bring a colour to my cheeks. Good fun.
Thank you so much for your review and great comment.
this poem explores the juxtaposition of curiosity and its consequences, as well as the complexities of human life, choices, and fate. It tackles serious themes such as life, death, and the moral implications of decisions, particularly in the context of abortion and the resulting societal judgments.
Thank you for your read and interpretation of this older piece it is most appreciated
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