Stuck

I'm stuck on a voodoo doll she's pinned me, she's sinned me stuck on steal within me may be alike soul that's akin me don't matta none, she's jus' in me I thought she might be from Senegal, or Haiti maybe - someplace that's all but said she's from Timbuktu - who knew? she's here in me now, that's all it may be unseemly to be stuck by this voodoo queen yet she's all I think she's all I want at the mystic brink her wiles she flaunts I can't catch a wink o' sleep can't eat a g-damn thing, I only hunger for her with her gris-gris talisman she might be my punishment or she might be my nourishment maybe my African that's heaven sent no matta - she's my voodoo who do what I need to do - no matta want to be I'm stuck on this voodoo doll - that's all © Goode Guy 2013-12-11 for Aromas for January 2014 challenge: "poem about a voodoo doll"