I hold my own umbrella
Bite this Robots
I'm not giving you my stories for nothing.
I'm not sharing generously and authentically
for you to turn around and call me a robot or artificial.
With all undue respect,
Stick your requests of me
where the sun don't shine,
and kiss my grits.
About the Creator
Shanon Angermeyer Norman
Gold, Published Poet at allpoetry.com since 2010. USF Grad, Class 2001.
Currently focusing here in VIVA and Challenges having been ECLECTIC in various communities. Upcoming explorations: ART, BOOK CLUB, FILTHY, PHOTOGRAPHY, and HORROR.
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Horrific Humans
(Dim lighting upon the "congregation" room where there are enough couches and chairs for the whole cast to sit.) Wendy: Good morning everyone. Today's Monday and as usual we will go over the rules of the "Lost and Found" homeless shelter and your responsibilities as a member and resident here. Ethan has made plenty of coffee, so grab a cup and take a seat please.
By Shanon Angermeyer NormanExclusive • about a year ago
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Fabulous