Patrolling Mind Games - Poem by RosaLee Marybeth
chained to the floor
but all she seems is to want more.
the way it amuses.
he likes it!
now...so do I?
that alone makes me want to die.
the stupid patrolling mind games.
2 is enough, but 3?
more the merrier?
I'm so glad he never got me to 'play with her.'
Just one more hit!
Just one more score!
Damn, now I'm the whore.
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