I'm a Teddy Daddy Dud,

Daddy says I can!
He is king of everyone
In my world.

There are the awfuls
Who question motives
Ethics and sad stuff as such
But how should I care?

How do you mean I may
Have to do something
I cannot want to?

I'm sure my daddy has
The answers.
My fingers are surely not trembling.

Have you got a number
I might call so I'm not diirty?
Sorry for a hint of truth
And how venal we all are.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-07-14 at 23:50

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, it can be hard to separate venality from desperate clinging.
2011-07-17