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Joyce Ann, The Consummate Contortionist
This is a lighthearted little piece I wrote for my wife...the white sheep of her family, who is the kindest bighearted treasure of five siblings.
When you were a kid with your brother and sister
I'll bet that for playtime you always played twister.
You'd never complain, always let them go first.
You'd be at your best, with them at their worst.
You'd bend over backwards and not mind the pain
While they stepped on your fingers again and again.
You'd let them lean on you so they could continue
While they just ignored what you had within you.
A heart so much bigger than they would admit.
You were used and abused and just treated like shit.
You'd twist like a pretzel, you'd turn and contort
With one leg to starboard and one leg to port.
You'd play every turn and never take passes.
They'd stab you in the back while you kissed their asses.
Now things haven't changed much, they still call on you
When there's some nasty chore they'd rather not do.
Oh it's some exciting you never get bored
Though husband and children sometimes are ignored.
So kiss ass and scramble and ramble and roam
The people who love you are waiting at home
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