Oh Fatal Pleasures!

January 16, 2010
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I walk in to see you on the table
Lying drunk and high, you are unstable.
Writhing in harsh agony I will see
The type of person you want to be.
The words dribble off a lax, stained chin
You ask if a party will soon begin.
You have pushed your own self-destruct button
Drooling on the floor, a failing glutton.
Words cannot describe my utter loathing
My complete abhorrence for your wantings.

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Powd3er said...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 2:59 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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