I never claimed to be
what modern man would call content.
A spirit raw and free
a stranger to the word repent.
You showed your cards to me,
and stood high-heeled and very tall.
And staked a claim (a plea?) ,
I know you want to have it all.
And so do I, my peach.
You shall not have another god
near you or within reach.
So, in your heart you find this odd?
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-mine-3/
