“Don’t touch my soul with dirty hands,”
“Why not? It’s not like you can stop
Me, you flop,
You sad excuse for a perfect kid.”
Him to touch it again please.”
“Oh your little god, he does not
Care you ought
To know that by now. Give me that
To work at.”
“No. You will not take it again.
You cause pain.”
“Exactly. Now give up, you won’t win.
I know I don’t normally put little excerpts after poems, but I asked a few people to read this, and then what they thought about it, and everyone came up with something different. So my question is, what did you think I was talking about?