I hear the my writing...
Causes problems for you...
Distracts you from tasks...
And the things you should do...
I understand...
That my writing is cause...
It causes pulse pounding...
And does give you pause...
My writing is guilty...
I have to agree...
Of causing discomfort...
Of this please blame me...
But what can I do...
The words must get out...
If I do not type them...
Clearly I’ll shout...
So I must keep writing...
These naughty tales...
Couching in soft words...
In prose used as veils...
To describe passion...
Desire and such...
For as long as you like it...
Dear reader, so much...
But on one issue...
I must be clear...
I must take a stand...
Oh reader so dear...
I take no blame...
For actions you take...
Or for any results...
Of the pleasures you make...
The writing I do...
Is enjoyable stuff...
I take no blame...
If you play with your muff...
The results happen...
It’s not my fault...
If you have a wet patch...
Tinged with some salt...
So there.
Phoebus
©060804
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