Think Carefully, Knave

Your queen sends word: she'll see you
Now, but, put off by unwonted pomp,
And blows to pride from daddy's money,
You remain inside this bar to toy with
Women half your age. Go, I urge, or
Be replaced, as I could use the dough.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-19 at 22:02

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