Kissing Up to the Boss

I may have sold my soul to Carrie
Richardson. I don't recall, but,
Lately, I'm another man. I do
Not loll around my house,
Undressed and reading, until
Noon, nor do I wander in the
Woods. I rise before the sun
Is up, and race to work, and
Truly work, to hold the heart
Of she to whom I may have
Sold my soul.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-04-24 at 15:00

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