He's the one
With the heart of aspic.
He's the son
Of a gilded despot.
Will he make amends
Or forfeit all his friends?
She's the girl
With the knicker elastic.
She's the pearl
Made of brittle plastic.
This is the cast that didn't last.
A transitory
List of those I missed
For each a week
My vampires, parasites,
I keep,
And power abusers.
"Who's a pretty boy?"
I'm not a toy.
He's the kid.
He's the prodigal sunflower.
He undid
All the bonds I's made ours.
Will he fall in love,
Or is theory quite enough?
He's the ghost
From my former childhood;
Caused the most
Happy pain that he could.
Will he yet return
To administer the burn?
This is the cast that didn't last.
A transitory
List of those I missed
For each a week
My vampires, parasites,
I keep,
And power abusers.
'Who's a pretty boy?"
I'm not a toy.
Friday, 1 June 2007
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