ah...the scintillation of her diadems
fodder for the queen
she wants to be fodder
scarlet and mean
a duplicitous nature and rancid smell
"aha!"-she points her finger
for she reads hearts ever so well
manipulative judge
pitied and adored
your grudges still suckle
on the breast of a whore
...sorry.
i'll be a good girl now. actually, i have been all along.
she wants to be fodder
scarlet and mean
a duplicitous nature and rancid smell
"aha!"-she points her finger
for she reads hearts ever so well
manipulative judge
pitied and adored
your grudges still suckle
on the breast of a whore
...sorry.
i'll be a good girl now. actually, i have been all along.
posted by la fille du fromage at 8:52 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks for compliment on my reading taste. I guess since we have the same taste I should be surprised I like your blog.
I also like this poem, and it reminds me why I never write poetry any more - because mine sucks and the decent stuff out there just throws my suckiness into sharp relief.
I really liked Frank The Vandal from the salmon of doubt...I have worked with people who i feel the same way about.
BTW, if you want to keep track of who comes to your blog get a sitemeter like mine from sitemeter.com...it is automatically installed on your blog and it is fun to see where people come from etc.
Take care.
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