Once again, stripped of my dignity
Once more, had to pass between
a double row of cudgeling, non-
forgiving females who beat me to
a bloody pulp...
Also known as die Gasse or the
Alley, a sub-human life form walked
in front of me with a rusty, jagged knife
to prevent me from begging for mercy
on my knees...
Me, or better known as the condemned
was prodded along by a pursuer while
being dragged through broken promises
with a hangman's noose around my neck
Hands were tied...
Sharp words cut deeper than edged weapons
The un-femme fatales weren't required to keep
one foot in place - made it a point to kick me
so many times in the asshole, I was unable
to walk erect...
The Gauntlet, Again is, in effect exposure
to cutting ridicule, the same as being in a
pillory, a pranger, or the stocks - all of them
expecting you to 'Take it Like a Man'; here
come the knittles...
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Regis
Hope you are okay!!
Love Tinka