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A Poet, His Muse And His Poems
Do not pretend to understand
The light-skinned lady I'm wedded to
She rarely stays as good wives should
Though with grace she hugs my frame
Her thighs are kept from me at will
And if I crave for such a thrill
She screams of rape and battery
A poet quite understands this bit?
When emissaries of pen set sail at night
I linger to love my lady-in-lore
She lets the mattress hug my form
Taking 'selfies' in formless voids
While I so clueless without her light
Wallow in want of words to wield
How can I beget a lettered ...