They say I'm spoiled because they don't like the taste.
They can't stand me because I'm curdled,
not fitted to their palate,
I've soured at your behest,
I've despaired in the face of your amusement,
And I've rejoiced in making myself something you despise.
Angry with my misuse,
i am forever bitter,
disgusting without youth,
i am not a thing of taste
Not for you to abuse.
Ive been left out too long,
i am forever tainted,
for without use am i not lost in desolation?
Why did you have to take me,
and hate me,
for something you did?
Why did you have to change me,
and disgrace me,
For the crime of your own intervention.
I've become spoiled milk
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Coherence
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and morphing them into something I feel is better or...
