I’ve got my press-on nails
a new ring
new hair
slate blue eyes
and a boy who’s helpless in my arms
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
I’ve got my press-on nails
a new ring
new hair
slate blue eyes
and a boy who’s helpless in my arms
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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April 21, 2010 at 1:59 pm
Bryan Borland
You’ve got
the stomach virus
I surely gave you
on our trip to Chicago
You just don’t know it
yet
April 21, 2010 at 2:00 pm
Bryan Borland
He’s got
the stomach virus
I surely gave you
you surely gave him
He just thinks
that the rumbling in his belly
is love
April 21, 2010 at 2:00 pm
Bryan Borland
She ain’t got
the stomach virus
that I gave you
that you gave him
but still she’ll
shit on your floor
to show you who’s
really boss
April 21, 2010 at 2:02 pm
medicatedlady
Um, thanks?
April 21, 2010 at 2:09 pm
medicatedlady
This was meant to be a sweet and sincere little poem. Count on Bryan to ruin it.
April 21, 2010 at 2:47 pm
Tel
This is very upbeat. Are you going to eat him?
April 22, 2010 at 5:15 am
Dhyan (AKA Utopain Fragments)
nice bryan
M. Lady
all the boys want to be helpless in the arms of someone..
April 22, 2010 at 7:58 am
medicatedlady
Tel–devour might be a good word choice. I’m not upbeat often so thanks for noticing. You always get me.
Dhyan–I must admit I’ve dated seemingly robots who were cold-hearted and so I didn’t feel as though they’d let themselves ever be vulnerable. So this one’s nice. Thanks for the comment and insight.
April 22, 2010 at 12:28 pm
jessiecarty
i’m ignoring Bryan on this one! Good poem ML 🙂
April 26, 2010 at 7:53 pm
marianasoffer
Would not wanna be him, specially if I had read your blog before.
April 27, 2010 at 7:26 am
medicatedlady
Not to worry, Mariana, she doesn’t know about my blogging world yet. He may not find out about it until after we’re done…or maybe never.