They're watching you over shoulder,
strive to make me ten years older.
Their carnage is planned to be taken
every time ere the hearts are aching.
They're doves and given my druthers,
I would treat them like newborn brothers.
So moody, so itchy and scratchy,
the worst fit in rows Fibonacci.
But one day, they're gonna getcha!
My little companions – thoughts:
so stretchy – could wrap the World,
so hot like exotic dancer,
so silent as growing cancer.
January 11, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
Copyright ©2007 Iouri Lazirko
Companions
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2007
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