Poemranker [Replying] Fri Nov 22 03:47:59 PST 2024

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Sometimes the fire overheats the spark, Sometimes the chorus drowns out the lark. What is this place to where I have gone? So much doubt and confusion going on! Once again I failed on my own, May the master show me the path home. No more hurting and sorrow there, Just the loving master's care. What took me so long I do not know, Must have felt this was my show. But now I must go crawl home, Crawling, begging...on my knees home.

lastobelus

3-Jan-04/1:42 PM

ok, let me see if I got this: You (a slave with a master) were playing with matches under a lark's nest, the fire got a little out of hand and people started singing, their chorus drowning out the chirping of the lark as everyone rushed to and fro trying to put the fire out. You realized that once again you screwed up, because every time play with fire without your master's supervision, you accidentally set larks' nests on fire. You're so confused now that you forget how to get home so you hope your loving master will show up and show you the path so you can go home where he will care for you, but you're pretty sure he will make you crawl home begging.

Pardon me, but WHAT THE HELL are you TALKING about??? Are you, like, some kind of bdsm scene person who sets fires and then gets their "master" to spank them for it? Is this a fetish poem?

I don't get it.

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