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Fireplay (Free verse) by drjhoss 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.
Up the ladder:
affirmative action
Down the ladder:
Dirty Pops
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Posted: May 14, 2002 11:52 AM PDT; Last modified: May 14, 2002 11:52 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.1470985 Overall Rank: 13282 Comments:
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New Life Drug @ 67.112.121.190
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2-Sep-02/8:11 PM
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cool. I think I get what you're trying to say.
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.
He's talking about god. Sheesh. You spent your entire childhood with Godpeople, don't you recognize Godtalk when you hear it?
I think I know how you feel, love's a bitch
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