Blanked and bewildered by
Low-ball deception,
Cranked up and shanked with
A shiv to the gut.
Offered up lamb-like to
Bare pagan ritual,
Left like road kill to
Rot in the rut.
You might have thought I
would
Learn by now to
Stay out of the waters where
Sharks tend to tread.
But blinders and short-term
Memory lapses
Beckon for strangers to
Crawl in my bed.
I take exception,
Protest in anger.
No matter the offer from
Stranger or friend.
My eyes won’t falter.
My will won’t wither.
I will never be
Low-balled again.
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