Ode to the Floobian Master
First we met,
you shook from others,
in calm awareness,
you found my buttons.
Turned, pushed, prodded
unclean,
your past flew through you
and onto me.
I smiled, at ease...
it wasn't me. You never knew me,
when I set you free.
Frustrating maybe, enduring indeed,
you wanted the edited
version of me-
punch listed phrases,
programming me-
clipped, agreeable,
arranged to please...
Never not once,
did ever you see-
as I wrapped my arms,
you began to flee-
Irritated and restless,
down to my knees,
I gave you away
just so...I could breathe.
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