Powdered Wig…

17 August 2011


Why don’t you get a powdered wig
Then put it on your head
And bloviate till kingdom come
My patience is dry bled

For what is wrong in what I say
In all I think or do
What makes you feel you’re always right
Concerning me and you

I hate the double standard
It simply is unfair
You always get your own way
We’re not an equal pair

I’ll add this to the docket
Your long list to begrudge
I hate when you climb your horse
Sit high and then misjudge

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8 Responses to “Powdered Wig…”

  1. TheMsLvh said

    Why don’t you get a powdered wig
    Then put it on your head
    And bloviate till kingdom come
    My patience is dry bled

    Loved this stanza!! bloviate is a wonderful word!

  2. Excellent, great metre. Love the message – I know a few people like this 🙂

  3. Heaven said

    I like the message… you have a way of structuring your poems… it comes out very nice ~

    • Pervagus said

      Thanks for your lovely comment Heaven (or is it Eden?) I’m no student of forms (must become one), so don’t know what the structure is really called, but it does sound nice to me.

  4. Timoteo said

    Ain’t love grand?

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