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I’m in love with a stripper, and I don’t even know her name

Contributed by Jyssvw on Sunday, 12th February 2006 @ 07:13:58 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Upward mobility
In times of patronizing prosperity
When dwindling crops appear lush and receptive
To the rain that befriends them in seasons of growth
In times of change with visions of remedies on rightful retainer
Labeled in receptacles and marked on lids in their corresponding container

Intense prod
Moves along and nods
Shakes the melon so fierce the seeds become dislodged
Recharged batteries powering the gears
The generator hooked to the lamp
Violent heat emits from the bubbled bulb
With an electric core encamped
Radio spits tunes through tiny holes penciled into the outer plastic case
A volume knob throbs at the finger to make loud the voice that radiates

Forceful fornication
Into salivating hands of virgin wax and gold
Seamstress for the ceremony of lovers and their slaves
Platonic symbolism of captured burnt-out sunshine rays
Trapped in a boxed moment of embarrassing shameful ways
Rhetoric and cheep-shots on the face of frightful youthful days



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Copyright © Jyssvw ... [ 2006-02-12 19:13:58]
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Re: I’m in love with a stripper, and I don’t even know her name (User Rating: 1 )
by Man_On_High on Sunday, 19th February 2006 @ 12:59:26 AM AEST
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Jyss..
I have always revelled in your acute genius..
(you know this)

but I'm caught here..between a rock and..... something-

You limped out...(first time ever for me)...1st stanza
...but recovered nicely in the 2nd starting with:
"Recahrged batteries powering the gears"

Last verse made the difference..(as I knew you wouldn't let me down)

Absolutely and brutally...sinfully amazing-
ALL 6 LINES-
...but I digress-
You belong, hung neat somewhere, in a glass case-

Your Friend and Fan-

B





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