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The Collector
Contributed by
Lucy
on
Sunday, 8th July 2007 @ 12:03:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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Oh ill-fated love, no Juliet requited,
I see you tease and taunt, flounce and flaunt:
I become yet more excited.
Your hair it sighs and winks like girls with prices,
You flick and lead your head, down paths of red
Jewelled with phoney nices.
Your intriguing sins, they drew me in with hooks,
And sore desire makes me mad, knowing laughs at sad
Pathetic shows of innocence at home in books.
Carnivorous carnival, you eat up men like sweets,
Floating in gaudy prints, leave them none but after-dinner mints,
No longer will you wave and promise gourmet treats.
Now taste your last temptation, for hooks reciprocate,
Unlike your love weak by class, looking down on mule or ass,
Yes I’m not them; yes I am Man and you shrew authoritate.
And you will learn in time I’m Romeo to you,
Time I’ll give in endless ticks, my love will blind and burn your tricks,
And safe and sound you’ll live confined, a payment truly due.
Copyright ©
Lucy
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2007-07-08 00:03:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Collector
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 8th July 2007 @ 01:24:29 AM AEST (User
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Intense read this morning, to say the least. OUCH I feel that someone needs to get a little revenge here. Maybe that's just my perception. Enjoyable read.
Peace,
Laura |
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