Give me back my rags #3

[youdontloveme]

I won't carry you piggyback

I won't take you where you tell me

Even if I were shod in gold

Even if I were harnessed to three wheels

On the cart of the wind

Even if I were bridled to a rainbow

Don't try to grease my palm

I won't even with my feet in my pocket

Threaded through a needle tied into a knot

Or whittled into a simple stick

Don't try to scare me

I won't even roasted or overroasted

Raw or salted

Not even in a dream

Don't go on kidding yourself

It doesn't work, I won't

-Vasko Popa