- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Liter-PUNK'D
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"Liter-PUNK'D"
Always at the mark and chastised as so,
I can't quite tell the brute of fire throw.
As you call me faked and brood,
past the petty shell, hard fold,
make me pained and suckle this hell.
"Fell the boy and still the heart,
spark your desire upon our mindless lewd.
Deny the will of talent sire mold,
and speak of cages and strangled spell's.
Stop this flight. Don't let it start."
I know your trying to stand tall and free,
but then tell, why stand on me?
I came, a soul in wretched mood,
And found a kindred, yet meted cold.
Speak of passions, so deep as a well,
stand in fair, so then a stuttered mart.
"Fell the boy and still the heart!"
Wonder why your stating, "TOLD!"
The Mystery Valiant
4-30-2006
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