I’m not everyone’s cup of tea
But that is fine with me
I have no one to please
As I write with ease
Creating fantasy lands
Where live Poison Penny and the Weedans
Weaving words of love and hate into one
Disgorging out words until I am entirely done
Jokingly weaving a tale of myself
Or (maybe) creating a post about yourself
These things can only be known
By the one the words own
I may not be everyone’s cup of tea
But that’s alright because I am me
I can be sweet or a bitch and
I don’t care because my husband
Loves me just the way I am
Plus, I have friends; now, scram
I don’t care if you like me
Can you not see?
I have merits you’ve ignored
So, I’m going to get my reward
Even though it’s mighty risky
Because I’m my husband’s shot of whiskey
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Comments (8)
agree with Dana on this one!
You are my cup of tea. I love you direct honesty
Mic drop! This was so freaking powerful! I loved it!
The last line needs to be the chorus of a song!! Love this piece Mother 😜
Love this one, especially that last line..
Dear StepMom — As a ‘Tea’~Tolder you always seem to ‘Disgorge’ onto Me. L’Chaim 🥃 Btw; Does your Hubby know about us? - StepSon, JB -
Served up neat and raw, just as a shot of the good stuff should be. Cheers!
I love the attitude and flow of this! Good for you, be you for you and screw haters! Loved this poem. Instant click cos it mentioned my favourite liquid poison, lol, but stayed for the wonderful words!