Silver Tongue, White Devil

Brackish Patches

Hold your tongue you feeble female
Your sniveling is oh so irksome
I never meant to cause this qualm
But your drivel was oh so irksome
Dry the brackish patches beneath your eyes 
You look seraphic when you cry
A creature built from beauty bound to a misogynistic duty
So clear the brackish flow from your face
Because giving in is oh so irksome
Letting me win is oh so irksome

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This was an english 207 writing exercise where you wrote 5 of your favorite words and then used them to write a poem. The first 5 words I could think of that I enjoyed were irksome, qualm, brackish, seraphic and feeble. 

speaking of english 207 I’ve decided “The Telephone” by Charles Bukowski is the poem I’m doing for the recital assignment.

Update: The “the telephone” by bukowski read by other people on youtube is very different than “the telephone” in Betting on the Muse. The one I intend on reading is the one that begins “Many women I have known/ have been very much connected to/ the telephone.”