By B.K.
Date: 2010 Mar 04
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Beware Of The Man With Elbow Patches

We taught romance how
To play every romantic song
Fight songs sad songs
We done it wrong songs
We both stood our ground songs
Played lost and profound
Found the G-spot
Lost a few rounds songs
And yet we’re still standing here
Licking our index fingers
Holding them to the wind
Wondering humm
Which way the winds of love are blowing
And in what direction to approach
Whether to boil the oil
Sharpen the poison arrow tips
Or do we do the one eye surrender
Let down the bridge over the moat
Then hang a white flag to the sky
For as they say...
All’s fair in love torture and (sigh)
Castle armor deflection of incoming missiles