Every Day
My eyes are sponges
For the world to saturate
With dirty, evil thoughts and acts.

My ambition a chalkboard
Easily erased by illogical, Contradicting regulations for my life.

I may arm wrestle with you,
My attempted nemesis,
Even though you are a fool.

You will be licked by a sharp tongue,
And left to lay in pig's drool.
I may cry but by no means
Is it a sign of weakness.

I wring these sponges out
With clean, pure thoughts,
To lift the bearing of heavy burdens.
Once again I raise my head,
Take a deep breath and try, try again.
Natalie Adkins (c) 2003
Poetry By Moi
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