well i dont know where this came from...
It is my mouth I know...
It upsets you.
Even your wifes sureptitious signals
For you to be undisturbed
In your kingdom
Wont close it.
You shouldnt phone
And ask me
To join you.
Or feign you
Understand me
When I do.
Thats as flaccid
As life can be.
Saying something
A hundred times
Blindly
Does not make it true.
Of course this can never
Be explained to you
Or her you have snivelling
In the corner powerless.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-09-23 at 01:13
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Soft Signals
It is my mouth I know...
It upsets you.
Even your wifes sureptitious signals
For you to be undisturbed
In your kingdom
Wont close it.
You shouldnt phone
And ask me
To join you.
Or feign you
Understand me
When I do.
Thats as flaccid
As life can be.
Saying something
A hundred times
Blindly
Does not make it true.
Of course this can never
Be explained to you
Or her you have snivelling
In the corner powerless.
Poetry by jenks
Read 426 times
Written on 2010-09-23 at 01:13
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