The Hanged Man

By means of baklava and bedroom eyes, a skimpy
Bathing suit, and interest (whether real or feigned)
In what I said I liked to do, she made me into
Her marionette. Now, I dance as she decrees,
But do not do not think me sad or bitter. I'll
Submit to jerking strings forever for her bedroom
Eyes, her bedroom, and a bite of baklava.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-30 at 21:47

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