Broken baby-
Pretty Polly-
foul, unkempt and wasted:
But, you think to snare me so
with sex and things untasted?
You forget, I've been here longer
tho' our paths have never twined.
And I would beg you leave this field
as I have yet to dine....
1 Pages:1
Please Rate This Submission:
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- Recent
Comments - Add a
Comment - Send
Feedback Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).
There are no recent comments (2 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (2)