figure of fun

you left me in a pool of tears feeling like Pagliacci

you left me crucified by your betrayal feeling like Jesus

while your sinfulness is free to go on wherever you are

your handsomeness flag flying high

for other women to pay their sexual allegiances to

 

I'm just another lamb for the love slaughter

brooding on thoughts of your arms around another

traitorously dishonouring all that my heart has done for yours

 

The idol you were, the one I wasted so much time worshipping

I have defaced before one and all

come's to laugh at my stupidities

with you there, on the front row. 

◄ an ideal deal

birth of memory's death ►

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Rose Casserley

Wed 18th Sep 2019 16:24

how very absent-minded of me to have forgotten to-

thank you, Mae
thank you, Keith
thank you, Des
thank you, Lisa

please accept my apologies.




Rose 💋

DESMOND CHILDS

Tue 17th Sep 2019 17:36

Very dramatic Rose, great stuff

All the best des

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keith jeffries

Tue 17th Sep 2019 13:16

The last line is the punch line. Great poem.
Keith

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Mae Foreman

Tue 17th Sep 2019 13:09

Strong stuff! I second Hugh, "a lamb for the love slaughter" particularly is excellent! ?
Mae

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Rose Casserley

Tue 17th Sep 2019 12:50

many many thank's Hugh.









Rose ?

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Hugh

Tue 17th Sep 2019 12:47

"I'm just another lamb for the love slaughter,"

A powerful sentence full of meaning ,Well done.

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