LOCKED OUT

For Dverse

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OUT OUT OUT, damned spot!

Don’t you know we want you not?

You can’t come into my parlor

with your unseemly squalor.

We don’t see fit

to have you sit

amongst our caste genteel.

We care not how you feel;

don’t sully us with likes of you.

Begone! Begone! I never knew

what serpent vile

we nursed and all the while

you  darkened our door;

You drank and you swore

and laid with the men

while you lived in sin.

Shame shame shame my vile

unrepentant child!

Some day you will come

A’begging  me for some

TLC, and all you’ll see

is my  back turned on thee.

We don’t care

what you bare.

You can cry and you can beg

and show your pretty nyloned leg,

and though I know it’s very sad,

young lady you’ve been very bad!

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 82 now.
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18 Responses to LOCKED OUT

  1. lillian says:

    “and show your pretty nyloned leg” Love this bit of reality here.
    Interesting take on the prompt! So glad to see you here this evening.

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  2. whimsygizmo says:

    I like the voice you take on in this. 🙂

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  3. young lady you’ve been very bad!…. shades of Mae West here, ha

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  4. Bryan Ens says:

    Wow! A naughty girl indeed!

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  5. vronlacroix says:

    A door keeps out the undesired. Your poem expresses this with humour.

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Love the powerful voice that rings through this poem 🙂

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  7. Kind of sad, a parent rejecting a child who is messed up. Guess that’s why I like the story of the prodigal son’s father.

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  8. Please forgive her!!

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  9. Grace says:

    Love the scolding voice, yikes ~

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  10. SMiLes..
    naughtiest
    girls bore
    now most
    beautiful
    Angels
    WorN..
    Whores
    for FREE
    don’t stop
    with the first
    dogs begging
    for bones at the door..
    DiVersiTy.. iT’s what God
    has fOr DiNner aFter aLL iS
    sAid
    aNd
    F
    eD
    FReED..
    The trUtH anD
    liGht don’T giVe
    an F whAt thE
    F hUman books thInk..
    hehe.. bet i aT lEast lose one
    so-called followeR
    for this little
    liGht
    i shine
    oF Truth JEWeL
    but Jesus.. ‘they’..
    the whore dogs..
    Neutered Jesus..
    noW thaT waS aN ulTiMate
    sIN oF ForEver fOr MaKinG liFe REAL..:)

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  11. PSC says:

    LOL Funny! And I was certain it was a puppy (despite the swearing)… until the nyloned leg appeared. 🙂

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  12. ladynyo says:

    It has humor, but it is also sad….rejection for any reasons always is sad, and usually points to a cabal of narcissism. But that is not to detract from your poem…it was good.

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