Evil
Once when I fell "in love with" evil
(I suppose it was really "in desperate need" of her)
even when I came to understand
the full awfulness of her evilness
I could not bring myself to leave her.
So my subconscious hatched a cunning plan.
I offered her two thousand dollars for a go in her hole.
My subconscious knew that if she accepted
I would finally be free.
And she DID accept.
And I WAS free.
Poetry by Andrew Bindon
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Written on 2010-01-14 at 14:44
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