Posted: August 8, 2013 in Uncategorized
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What Do You Want From Me?

Fucking hell woman! How can I be of service?
I can’t even begin to scratch the surface
Your presence is make me feel nervous
As my nerve hits
Me all the time— running around my aura like circuits
Acting like a fucking clown in a circus
When you’re constantly singing Pixie Lott song verses
Keeping me heated around you like a Thermos
Relax— stop trying to perm us
As if you’re setting the atmosphere on fire like a furnace
As you’re walking around looking sexy yet looking moody and mirthless
I’m not sure if you’re trying to make me feel wordless
By using mind games to make me feel worthless
As you’re watching me with observance
Glaring at me with those eyes of sternness
Trying to get into my skin like epidermis
You’re pissing me off here— slithering around like serpents
Trying to wrap yourself around me like a surplice
Acting in a manner that would have any man feeling extreme and surplus
Wanting me and begging me for a meeting like a sexual convergence
Asking me in a needy manner to engage in a carnal and an intimate concurrence
Do you want me to serve you sexual favours like servants?
Are you asking me to piss you off like a bunch of wind-up merchants?
Look at us two— we’re both lost like a couple of nerdy virgins
Running around in circles
With our faces turning a different shade of purple
Being around you is kind of pricking up my alertness
Bringing up clear notes like an advertence
I do try to prevent myself from seeing you like a deterrence
Because in some cases me and you are different like a divergence
I need to steer clear and stay clean like detergents
Because you’re mentally cutting me up here like surgeons
You’re not acting like a normal citizen or a burgess
You’re acting like a right turnip
I’m here like I’ve got time to purchase
As I’m sitting here watching you move around with no aim or a purpose
Just so that you know— this is just a clear observance
That you used to live as a recluse like hermits
With a face that looks unemotional and aversive
I shouldn’t really attach a stigma
But you are something of an enigma
A white woman with the smoothness of vanilla
And at times you’re full of charisma
I’m a little nervous when you’re coming at me like a gorilla
Breaking certain laws like a maverick and a guerrilla
Swanning around in extensive clothes and expensive chinchilla
Trying to get into my mind like the Hare Krishna
I’ve tried to be your confidant and your emotional assistance
When you’ve treated other people like your personal assistants
I’ve tried to be your emotional backbone as well as your persistence
Keeping things real with you on the base of my consistence
I’ve given you my time, patience and existence
You’ve had my total compliance unlike a resistance
I have been your lover and sex slave connected to you like commitments
We’ve held each other’s hands during times of good health and sickness
I don’t think I could help you any more
It’s for the best if I just go out the door
You’ve got to get your groove on
Because I’ve already moved on
Goodbye. God Bless. So long

Copyright © 2012, 2013 René Olivierre all rights reserved (Taken from the book “L.I.F.E.— Living In Faith Everyday”) written by René Olivierre and published by The Olivierrean Experience (T.O.E.)


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