let me organize your ways with my means.
I can wave my arms and legs and
make it all make sense.
When I'm right I'm right and
I'll even rose you.
And then maybe I'll yell hot and tired at you,
pissy glare, grump on the steps,
but so help you I'll enjoy those roses.
I wrote this a while back, but I like it and wanted to share it with everyone, so I'm using it as my dVerse OpenLinkNight #194 poem. OpenLinkNight is dealer's choice on poems. Constructive criticism welcomed!