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Bowing at the alter ego (Free verse) by flatliner

johnnie was an everything pretender living like the man, he was far from tender walking lifes alleys in the dark and wet he could roll, over and along, he was set. Blasting emotions for there needless weight ready and always there to set you straight. There is no match for him in sight not as long as he had the heat to fight. Proper to dish blame and reap reward using a tongue, sharp as the point of a sword, he laid waste to his foe and friend alike in the name of his knowledge, always right. None dared cross him or catch his attention all was as it should be until he heard mention of a young creature, fair of wit and charm and looks that certainly did no harm. A deities bride, a zzinnian beauty, with a razor grin. johnnie was struck dumb, contemplating many a sin, attacking, for if not his, none would enjoy all she was about, she would be his toy. With the flick of her wrist, words written his charge was slowed, but, he was further smitten, could this possibly be love that he was dealt or was it yesterdays lunch that he felt? He was an cherub in the dark, royally dashed, a babbling rabbit, his life crashed. In passions throws, no longer so fine he was going down to meet the flatline.

<~> 5-Oct-02/11:16 PM
don't do it johnnie. i may be a zzinnia, but who amongst you can vouchsafe my beauty, or lack thereof? and therefore, how can you compare her to me, or mrs.g, or razor? well, i guess you can since all's fair in love and poetry... except for you, h, you tease. the mp3's don't work, yeh wee bastard!




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