Life belongs to me~
cause I'm oddly flavored
like a vanilla sundae
on a duck barbecue.
Tragedies creep in
like an old relative
and I foster it well
and I civilize it.
So it's a roller coaster
with ecstatic relieves.
But it doesn't get gory
so as I'm kept buckled.
Life becomes tasty
cause it's very packed.
My history is a museum
that aristocracy covets!
It's cluttered but free,
twirling and twitching;
unprecedented days.
Prickly and beautiful.
Melanie Agua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-belongs-to-me/
