I've tried to write some slightly more serious poetry. Of course, more serious is pretty relative. And while this isn't as raucous as Making Babies, my writing does seem prone to knowing jokes, irony, and surprise twists. (In my biased opinion anyway!) So without more ado, here's my latest complete composition...
Emotional Manipulation
Manipulate? Manipulate??
I serve my heart up on a plate;
An open wound, in pain I wait.
How say you I manipulate?
Why should I not commemorate
Each burning tear I've cried of late,
Tumbling-down like my wretched fate?
How say you I manipulate?
'Twas you who left me in this state.
It's me who suffered since that date.
You dare blame me when you're the traitor??
I'll say my full, manipulator!
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