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Mr. Sir Sarcasm



Tip your hat, dear,
Here I come to sit on your throne
Haven't you been shown etiquette or –
Is it that I cause you discontent?

Do I cause you to seer blunderings of nothing?
Do I cause you to grit your teeth with my camber?

I see, uh, you can't envision beyond the lump in between your legs
And, yet, you have the nerves to say, “I have NO CURVES!
Hmm, you are too d*mn rounded for my eyes to feast and feed.”

Well, Sir, can I relate the meaning of a “Phenomenal Woman” with
a flick of my tongue and a spurt of sheer words that to you,
mean absolutely nothing…
well, Angelou says, very well indeed,

“I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally”

But you are blind, senseless, have no depth
You will never see the phenomenal me…
and you lust for the sleek; slimmed lined vultures that creep into
our room every now and again....
Oh yeah, I know that when the lump is lonely
it can't stand between two poles for more than two minutes
You love my curves…I've become “a women phenomenally”.

Do I drive you sick with passion
when the Barbie Dolls are frolicking elsewhere?
Do you crave my curvaceous bosoms, spinning ram,
and the lips that shine with reddish pink passion?

There you have it, Mr. Sarcasm, Super fly,
Macho man, you Mandingo wanna be...
I laugh and churn for two minutes
of your time to please the lump between you and me.

Now, go, you've lost the kingdom you once owned.
It was where flowers once grew and the tiny rosebud flared.
You, I've conquered with my curves, my snicker of a smile
the tapping of my prancing feet, the swing of my curvy hips,
the rump that blinded your eyes every time.

I was your millennial Barbie Doll – but not anymore!
After seeing you leave, now, I've become a phenomenal me!

© 3/13/08, Saby J.J, All Rights Reserved.
Featuring an excerpt from Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman",
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Submitted on December 03, 2012

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