Ripper Jones

Veteran Poet - 1,247 Points (Swansea)

Confessions Of A Sadist - Poem by Ripper Jones

Confessions of a Sadist
I am a sadist
I like to see people sweat
I order fridges and freezers off the shopping channels
I see the delivery men struggle to put them in the fork lift
and then tell them I live upstairs
and I say they are not suitable next day
because of a colour clash
then some men come round and collect it
oh the joy when they struggle downstairs
this is one of my amusements and hobbies
I'll tell you about the others sometime

Topic(s) of this poem: art


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016



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