He Dropped It

i trusted him
he smelled sweet
and musky
like a happy child

i trusted him
he smiled true
he spoke soft
he held firm

i trusted him
he kept me
from the
and the
coyotes hanging ’round

i trusted him

but in the end

when it came down to it

when i formed an opinion

when it really counted:

i gave him a piece of my mind

and he dropped it

copyright 2009 rhonda lee richoux

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word.

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