Who knows? He could end up as president.


You Know the Type

Marry me, Ms. Clay, and rest assured
I will be good to you. My ex, no doubt,
Would disagree, but she's a broken,
Bitter crone. My former mistress might
Say I was cruel to her, but I was not.
She harbors hopes that I'll be back,
And don't believe my secretary if she
Says I grab her ass, though I'm not sure
What's wrong with that. It's just
A gesture of respect for someone
With a fetching form. The trouble
With most women, you may know,
Is that they ask too much, and they
Get angry when refused. I see you
As the docile type. That's why I think
That we should marry. If you limit your
Demands, I'll be quite good to you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-04-29 at 16:59

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