Saturday, 20 January 2018

Whisky Chaser

A poem from 2017

Well ain’t you a feisty little thing!
I feel the burn
You make me feel the burn!
There is no escape for you
This is a sealed room and guess who has the key
You are easy to catch
You are no match for me
I am much bigger than you in every way
So get down on your knees and be a good girl
You needn’t bother screaming
We are all alone
And don’t think you can tell anyone about this
It’s our little secret
Nobody would believe you anyway
My word against yours I will always win
I am respected and I could slap you down and make your life hell
I would kill you and don’t think I’m joking
So just cooperate and it won’t hurt

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