Does Mr Teabelly Know?
Mr Teabelly is such a fragrant man;
broken bottles, ice and blood is his scent.
I strain my neck as he pass by,
I twirl my fingers in the slippery lock of his hair (I STOLE!).
If he knew, if he knew, if he knew
would he hate me even more? (I LIKE TO THINK SO!)
Mr Teabelly is such a photogenic man,
with a thousand blushes, red eyes and manic truths,
he's there and he's glossy and flat in my hands.
I keep these pictures in a bundle (UNDER MY PILLOW!).
If he knew, if he knew, if he knew
would he hate me even more? (I LIKE TO THINK SO!)
Mr Teabelly, Mr Teabelly, how I love that man,
he mocks me silently and grits his yellow teeth
and I'm lost and I wither and I am complete.
I'd like him to hate me even more (I'D DEVOUR HIM!).
If he knew, if he knew, if he knew
(I DON'T THINK SO!).
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2007-07-29 at 16:03
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