poemranker ::The Hot Job by peaceseeker

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Free verse № 106458

The Hot Job

Member since 2003 · Posted 24 Jun 2004 · 3 comments

he turns me on when he keeps his temper when asked to stop talking with no pause for listening and would argue against that, too. he puts swords in my back when smothering me with affections with sexual intentions fucking wins him power but i won't give it up. he turns me off when he leads me to his new lover proud she is older and richer his lovely new sugar mama disguised as simply a "hot job" he rubs me the wrong way when he touches my eye wrinkle to point it out while I'm driving because he has no social skills and will not admit to his pain.

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[6] Dovina 24-Jun-04/9:06 AM Reply
Dump the bum!!!!
[9] Nateislate 24-Jun-04/3:47 PM Reply
This reminds me of the age-old question: Why are all poets attracted to shmucks?
[6] Drunk Russian Poet › Nateislate 24-Jun-04/7:57 PM Reply
Because we're looking for a poetic life, when it doesn't exist.