The Collector of Little Treasures

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His life he gives to comic books.
"I hunt for them as if they're gold."
His discipline has marred his looks
And no good book he's ever sold.
For food, a soda and some bread
Will make his gut grow as he works.
For sex, he'd take a whore to bed,
Or breed a wife while hubby jerks.

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3 Comments
AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
word thoughts

twist the story into a view from the window...enjoyed ty..blue

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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A little bit of voyeuristic sex mixed in with comic books;

Just wondering, whose gut is bigger?

duddle146duddle146over 17 years ago
Comic book madness.,..

Ever on the hunt - once found they're never sold - for food, soda or even bread. The comic book guy...