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The Hot Job (Free verse) by peaceseeker
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.

Up the ladder: Black streets of Hackney
Down the ladder: Over Simplification

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.2689414
Overall Rank: 3849
Posted: June 24, 2004 7:37 AM PDT; Last modified: June 24, 2004 7:37 AM PDT
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[6] Dovina @ 24.52.157.176 | 24-Jun-04/9:06 AM | Reply
Dump the bum!!!!
[9] Nateislate @ 67.42.43.177 | 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 @ 24.176.102.131 > Nateislate | 24-Jun-04/7:57 PM | Reply
Because we're looking for a poetic life, when it doesn't exist.
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