OH SO CALLOW

with nobody left to follow
i've never touched skin so hollow
this is too much, i can't swallow
hold onto me as i wallow

under this sun i'm your shadow
i squint up at you from below
i'm dorothy; you're my scarecrow
here in oz with nothing but woe

you keep saying 'just go with the flow'
i'll drown, but i'm swimming solo
your river's violent undertow
tosses me like stuffed cargo

i'm getting jabbed with your elbow
catching the fist you love to throw
picking a fight with your echo
is it the voice of friend or foe?

i'll admit that i'm a slow schmoe
i can't keep up with your ego
who would challenge a virago?
tiptoeing past her libido

these thoughts of mine you'll never know
in this garden watching weeds grow
i neglect the seeds that i sow
clothed in dirt, with roots so shallow

©Copyright 2004 Sheila Cook.