Poems by fruitcake
Girly Man
I open the closet door,
What do I see?
A Girly-Man staring at me.
Half turned phrases,
only adds to my confusion,
as I search for an illusion.
Cat calls echo in my head,
Fruitcake take me to bed!
Carbon monoxide instead of air,
will encircle my husband's hair
Pack my bags
pretend to flee
as the fruitcake chases me
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Biographical sketch: case manager by day witch by night
fruitcake recommends:
Pablo Neruda by Pablo Neruda
Reason: He is Brilliant and very romantic
Recommendations for writers:
Passion
