Pardon Me, Sir
Noob, what did you say as your lips split with cryptic words that flow,
You didn’t know I was sent to burn, leaving ashes, float as flies and glow,
I am not sure if I heard you right, I define and create a matrix of depth,
For all the power I bestow, you should already know the words not to be said.
Jixi Fox | http://www.youtube.com/jixifox
The Creative Nemesis | http://www.jixifox.me
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Creative Writing, fiction, jixi fox, life, Poems, prose http://jixifox.me/2013/03/27/i-beg-your-pardon/
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