Cock-Proud

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Do you sand cock-proud

Because of my

Temperate misgivings?

 

I submit

So dolefully to

Your languished faults

 

That you are free to assert

Rock-hard abuse

To petticoat your insecurities.

 

I am something to master,

To mold

I am soft, like dough

 

Yet you didn’t bank

On the elasticity

Of my form.

 

My strength

Is to stretch;

Be pulled

 

To a point upon

Breaking

But not snap.

 

While I bounce,

You shatter

– An elusion gone.

 

You, not so hard

To behold

– Like an egg without its yoke.

 

You crumble, you fall

And I stand cock-proud

– absent to your call.

 

© Giorge Thomas

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