Sir Ponders His Scourgebypushkine©
Sir Ponders His Scourge, in Verse,
During a Moment of Quiet Reflection
My heart's not heart, under control,
for passion is a messy art
half neediness, half vitriol.
Her heart's not hurt, in my control.
Submission works; it makes her whole
(and charms my fickle body part)
when heart's not hardly in control.
Jeez. Passion. Such a messy art.
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