Poetry · Writing

mermaid on seventh avenue

head above the water,

we were not all created equal,

she whispered.

can’t walk down my neighborhood without flashing lights on your rear

this pool is a blessing

for i am meant to be worshiped,

like a mermaid

you’ll never meet another

don’t bother

for i am your queen,

i’ll escort you, for with me,

you are a hazzard on my leash

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