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Lord of Misrule
Hi there you say, and call me friend,
you drive me quite around the bend
you sit there playing with your tail,
smoking a cigar, reading my mail
won't you go and leave me alone,
your dirty tricks cut me to the bone
you laugh because you're taking the piss,
and nonchalant throw me a kiss
then you do a little jig,
pleased with yourself, you filthy pig
go back into to your hell's fire,
for your games I have no desire
you've plagued me far too long
choke on your beguiling song
go find another victim soon
or take a one way trip to the moon
you sit on my little red money box
wish you lost just like elusive sox
ahh my sweetness you flatter me so
if you want anything, just let me know
the day will come when you welcome me
and we'll live in harmony, you'll see
go fuck yourself, you evil spawn
once as an angel you were born
I'll get my scissors and cut off one horn
when you talk dirty it makes me drool
you know you are my favourite fool
then off he went the Lord of Misrule
feedback van andere lezers- Magdalena
grinnik en prachtig
applaus!
amaai ik heb ervan genoten!
xxxx
killea: Thank you so much Magdalena
xxx
j - yellow
wow, what a powerfull poem but you're seems a little mad,
love the contrast in this poem in the second part...
now, I hope it's not about me,
love,
Marc
x
killea: Thank you Marc, No it is not about you it is about the devil, or do you have horns and a tail????
xxx
j - drebddronefish
Sounds like Ministry. Sometimes the heart of a man fits into the palm of the hand:-)
greets
killea: Thank you, dddfish
xx
j
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