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Clap Using One Hand

Contributed by Mangos on Tuesday, 21st February 2006 @ 03:27:21 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Get that ego up
Confidence fills my gut
Compliments are never enough
Especially when they involve
That naughty rough stuff
Dirty bluff love
Often referred to
As descending from above
And hate
With sex
And various such
With a hunch
I am rebuffed

Congratulatory self- hugs
Pats on the back from my waist up
Purple neck
Hankie panky
Poke around
Below the thighs
On the attack
From the waist down
The swelling will die
And never be found

It takes something big
Huge like this
To get back where I was
Where I am
Sinking in the whirlpool
A slave to the golden rule
Originally thought of as sand
Conceptually realized as a command
It’s the pain
The plan
I can no longer withstand

The music becomes instrumental
To the strength,
Of the strings
When it hit
The ear was bit
To please the audience
And make them sit
Stuck to the seat
Crazy glued to the heat

It takes something like that
To bring me back
Falling to the blue earth
Falling flat
Gaining fatal momentum
At each passing cloud
Each hemisphere allowed
To take one piece of me
And only one
And maybe make me proud
Only none
Suffice
Perversions entice
And I am rewritten
Out of my mind


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Copyright © Mangos ... [ 2006-02-21 15:27:21]
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Re: Clap Using One Hand (User Rating: 1 )
by eggflipper on Tuesday, 21st February 2006 @ 04:18:04 PM AEST
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excellent imagery


Re: Clap Using One Hand (User Rating: 1 )
by twick on Wednesday, 22nd February 2006 @ 01:36:13 AM AEST
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Very awesome. I love the rhythm.




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