Benjamin Michael Clark

Rookie - 125 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Flutetitute - Poem by Benjamin Michael Clark

On a good day-
She celebrates 'round noon
On a good day-
She celebrates nude-

She doesn't want
Babies - doesn't need anyone-
She doesn't want
To change her attitude-

She traps you with her stare
She traps you like a tomb
& You become ancient in
Her pyramid-

You could take her
For a spin like she's
A Bentley, but she's
Been bent before-
Yes, she's been bent plenty (x2)

She comes wrapped
In red velvet-
A perfect present-
Her dirty blonde locks

Hang beside the Mountain Tops-
But she's suspended just for you-
& She doesn't cost a thing-
Just a number on the Flute

& You'll come runnin'
Back to her before noon
But she'll be in bed
With another dude-

You could take her
For a spin like she's
A Bentley, but she's
Been bent before-
Yes, she's been bent plenty (x2)

Yeah yeah just watch her
Hips move right to your
Flute's
Groove

Yeah yeah she'll just continue
To 'till age changes the way
She looks into the mirror
& Things become clear-

Memories of men
Who played joyful songs-
Who played sad songs
Oh the infinite ruse (x2)

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Comments about Flutetitute by Benjamin Michael Clark

  • Rookie - 497 Points Ruth Walters (5/5/2013 5:32:00 AM)

    Ah, this is quite sad really.....for the Bentley, not you.....for she lets herself be played with like a toy when she's a thinking, feeling, warm blooded, lost human being and yes, old age does have clarity....it takes you back to your childhood, when your looks meant nothing. In the end, just your inner self is left. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, March 25, 2013


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