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[aid] => mick
[title] => OLD RAKEMOUTH
[time] => 2009-04-24 11:32:50
[hometext] => This poem is about a poor woman who let herself go, just to be with someone. The name comes from a real incident in my life.
[bodytext] => Old Rakemouth, Who got you now? Should a man or woman, take a bow? Rakemouth, you know you know better A bulbous belly stuffed in a sweater Wiry hair, and hands of ice Yet still up for every pleasure and vice The form of a woman, but not that of Venus You answer his call, but he didn't mean us No, you've let yourself go, old Rakemouth Maybe you can pack up, then head down south With thick towers of lard, shifting and white supporting your meticulations, every day and night Maybe you should reform yourself, maybe get clean Who cares what he thinks, who cares if he's mean? Old Rakemouth, that name suits you well You could be living in Heaven, but instead you chose Hell You let yourself go, but held onto that old man It's time for you to get up, it's time for you to make a stand Old Rakemouth [comments] => 0 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 32 [informant] => matariel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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