Lynn-Lynn

10-4/10-5-2003

I am not your ear.

You cannot rely on me

to save your portfolio

or those pathetic tears

you claim to be meaningful.

I shall not transport you

to your salvation

or weekend getaways

when there is no place for me.

I warned you about sensitivity.

Mine in fact, you ignore

for your selfish ignorance.

I am banning the phrase

“You know what I mean?”

in soft girlish undertone.

So for a change

I will teach you

to sew you lips together,

because it is finally my turn

for ventilation.