Is the heart made of flesh or stone,
That a girl living at a stone throw
From my stony house
Has a hardened heart made of stone?
With a stony brain which does not soak
The dripping waters of wisdom,
The exceedingly stony skin
Which does not respond to stimulus-
The whips and lashes of a gigantic cane
Specially made for that stony skin.
With a stony laziness of hers
Which can break a stony instrument
Specially made to measure stony laziness
Spoiled from birth,
Everything has been and are being done for her.
And a stomach, not made of flesh
But an elastic flesh
A glutton of the First Order
With a hippopotamus' stomach not
Worthy of being considered a simile to
Hers -
Able to stretch beyond reasonable limitations.
A stony girl with a stony blood
But having an elastic stomach,
Can only have her stony-rigid attitude
Changed to the better,
By the wise hands of time.
KingPoet ©.
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