Seeking to be sought
Choosing to be chased
Aloof and unabashed
This glad girl
was testing time
She'd have her babies
After she proved she's a lady
To quell
This girl was wasting time
With whimsical thoughts
and the wi
This girl was losing time
That mess of a pantomime
Didn't move as gracefully
As she did recklessly
She terrified those
Who looked at the hose
That she used to douse
Her torn pants and new blouse
Clung to her still
As she ignited the thrill
Of the incendiary of her being
At the phoenix they were (seeing, freeing)
They spoke their words of shame
Of the virtues of being tame
Until she rose again
Captivated by her, to no end
She had them all, but could not keep
Sparking the flint someplace deep
Whatever down filled her
albeit, will ever kill her
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