Treasure Island

Mark R Slaughter


Curse of Lust


O Lust! you're burning holes in our affair.
We lost our brazen face without a care-
Flaunting all in front of those who scowled,
Laughing at the doleful - e'er we howled!

Ironically, our sneering turned inside
To out the damage, tear apart our pride.
We saw we'd fallen for the devil's dust!
So let's in shame the blade to take and thrust!


Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Submitted: Saturday, November 07, 2009
Edited: Monday, May 21, 2012

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  • John Kim (11/30/2009 7:13:00 PM)

    I feel sympathy with your poem. I hate curse because it is expensive but I havn, t enough money. If I spend many money, I'll very hard. That's too bad.
    I think that your poem is good. (Report) Reply

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