I am the bitch

[Sister Greed]

I am the bitch

You can get behind

I move the pen

For the Mastermind




Fresh and juicy

Chew the rind

Voices in my head

That I’ll never find




On and off

Like venetian blinds

A word grind

Black velvet lined




Lyrics in kind

With flowers of tines

Twisted and turning

For you to unwind




They come down

Already signed




Sister Greed.

[grant hayes]

The -ind rhyme binds it just fine, Sister Greed. Your sparse lines toll resonantly.

[Sister Greed]

Thanks Grant. Just keep writing, just keep writing...That’s my mantra right now.

[Parkinsonspoet]

Fresh and juicy sister with an easy flow

[Sister Greed]

Thanks Parkinsonspoet!

[Rhymeboy]

Good one Sister Greed!

[Sister Greed]

Thanks RhymeBoy!

[amenOra]

Playful with images, so as to suggest a little more. Poetry. Thank you for sharing it. 'Chew the rind' -- interesting line.

Oranges have medicinal effects, the rinds. Can bring up sickness to the surface...
So i've found.

[Sister Greed]

I love oranges. Truly the miracle fruit. Orange essential oil and fresh squeezed oj can cure just about anything!

[divot]

Somebody started the weed wackier again, I hope they miss the daisies. They just came up.

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Sister Greed, Cometh the muse, the bitch, 'twisting and turning' the mind till cometh the verse. Compact, fenced with rhyme yet free in its imagination. An excellent poem. Short, sharp and shaved to perfection. Well composed, indeed. Fond regards, Tony.

[Sister Greed]

Hi Tony! Thank you for your kind analysis!