I extend my hand to meet you
Though you've seen many of my type
We shake with a sense of intimacy
You may think me charming, polite,
but above all, ripe.
Now the men to the likes of you should know
That many-a-boys like me like to flaunt, and show
We express body, and offer anything upon request
But at the inquiry of my name you've put me to the test.
What should I call myself? Perhaps an Open House
Bidders from my area do like to gander
Though with harsh words and debris I'm often subject to slander.
The tenants who would use me last, found ways to leave me broken
And after each use, long periods I go unspoken.
What then should I call myself? Library Book?
I find myself often in my own place
Waiting for a new reader to grab at my waist.
Used for a period and given back
With pages ripped from me, then I'm tossed to the sack.
What now should I call myself? God forbid human.
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'The Weathered Man' & other works by Diego Reyes
Сучасна прозаDiego Reyes' heart evoking poems and gothic tales serve as a teaching guide and social commentary for those who read them. His work is heavily inspired by the likes of Edgar Allan Poe, Ann Radcliffe, William Faulkner, and so many more loved voices i...
