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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Scalawag Tango
[time] => 2004-03-06 18:49:00
[hometext] => "I haven't written a poem in a very long time, this is my first after a good while"
[bodytext] => The violin strings with a bow of grace. Flattery is a virtue. The limelight shines upon his face, A splash of sleaze drips around him. Step by step The dance begins with fervent strides & turns The masquerade of this diligent scum Enraptures the crowds around him. Swaying on for his praise He's the man of this ball, Where fornication is underlying. Smirking in the colours, Of shady rainbows, Painted with care, he stares. Let these magician eyes ring marvels And his dance cause heat to rise. Because the blues won't be blacks until the dance is done Our colourbilnd hero shines tonight. And with an empowering song And gimmicking tounges, He dazzles the piano player. Stride by stride, he marks his ploy, A con man if there ever was one. And dashing his way across the floor He spins a knot, And chuckles. Round and round, He swivels and turns, His manhood incognito. Charismatic ease becomes inept. The violin dies and falls, The lights go off in this tainted hall. And when he smiles at me, I cut myself. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 64 [informant] => splatteredaisy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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