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By wistful Date: 2002 May 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.17.22.09.13060]] |
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How evil am I in my mind's eye? Let you see me with another Head tossed back in raucous laughter Fevered kisses, frantic fumbling Sending you pity when I catch your stare. How sweet would revenge taste, cold? Did your wife enjoy the pictures Of our final rendezvous? What, she didn't share them with you? Maybe it's mentioned in the suit. How sharp would the satisfaction feel? It titillates, but does not tempt Because I cannot stoop so low You limbo better than I, my friend. I wish you well down there. |