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Moon Cycle
She bakes up cookies every day her eyeliner is straight She wears swing dresses and high heels and calls me her soul mate 🌕 She keeps the kitchen spotless She loves to give back rubs She never complains about my habits or goes out to nightclubs 🌕 But when her moon cycle comes around Oh boy... the chaos starts She sheds her sweet demeanor and tears the world apart 🌕 She's crying in the bathroom Screaming that her thighs are fat She's sobbing that "no one could ever love a bloated furry rat!" 🌕 I tell her she's a princess but she throws that idea out and whimpers that her skin is wrecked while pushing out a pout 🌕 Seconds later, her mood flips hard She's growling at the wall She's smashing up the kitchen chairs throwing the pieces down the hall 🌕 She swallows king-size candy bars and gnaws our bedpost through "Being a wolf is hard, my love!" and I know that it's true 🌕 She's cramping in her lower back She's shedding on the floor She's eating everything in sight and clawing at the door 🌕 I pick up clumps of blonde thick fur from where she drops each strand and rub her aching, lower back with a devoted hand 🌕 I kiss the tears right off her cheeks her claws on full display Her little temper tantrums could never keep me away 🌕 I cook a fancy steak at home so she won't eat the waiters up I serve her a bottle of red wine from a bowl, not in a cup 🌕 Last month, she took out half the block She ate the neighbors cat and flowers I had to play stupid and help him search for several frantic hours 🌕 She brought a bloody deer inside and put it on our bed She assured me it was a gift and kissed me on the head 🌕 She ate Charlies chihuahua and the Amazon delivery guy and now she's glaring at me with a madness in her eye 🌕 She pushes me against the wall and pins me to the frame Her breath is hot, her teeth are bared She's snarling out my name 🌕 She's a little bit unstable but she's really very sweet I don't even mind the claw marks that she leaves in every sheet 🌕 Yeah... dating such a wild beast can test a fellas nerve With every single moon cycle comes an unexpected curve 🌕 But man, she's pure perfection when the madness settles down I'd never trade my wolfie girl for anyone in town
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By Alyson Smith 3 days ago in Poets
Blanked Verse?
Prologue: We are indeed fortunate to have discovered a long-lost poem by Mr. F. S. W. Stegalitz, one of the finest poets of the nineteenth century; a worthy rival to Dickinson, Hopkins, Whitman, Pushkin, or many of the modern poets of the last century. As those of you who read and love poetry know, Mr. Stegalitz was not a fan of the publication industry, feeling that they were ''vultures and leeches in bowties'' (a rare direct quote), so he kept his work close to home and would only allowed certain scholars and readers he felt worth his time see his work. Fortunately, one of those readers was able to acquire his work after his passing and save it for future generations. Unfortunately, it again became lost and hidden in a desk drawer that would have remained undiscovered were it not for the efforts of our investigators.
By Kendall Defoe 4 days ago in Poets
