Poems Don't Have to Rhyme

Innuendo

There are words

With certain meanings,

Separate meanings,

Meanings changed over time,

One day, a hundred years ago,

Someone said a word, and meant something perfectly innocent,

Today they mean something else.

Something not as kind,

or as neutral, unhurtful,

As they did that one day.

I missed that one day.

That's very sad.

Yes,

yes, it is.

What did I buy you for?

Innuendo,

That's what I'll call this poem.

Did you notice by any chance

that it isn't just about words

but also how easily acts

simple, easy, pleasant, necessary,

can be corrupted?

I know it's a coping mechanism.

It just disturbs me

because I don't need a coping mechanism,

and now I never will.

Congratulations,

you've made a eunuch

because its all too complicated and messy,

to even bother.

Words have power,

How I wish they didn't.

But then,

I'd be out of work,

and very bored.