short version-I Rather Enjoy Being Played

Written by: Andrea Dietrich

By different lovers I’ve been kept, some skillful and a few inept. I always respond, unafraid. I rather enjoy being played. A Spaniard picked me up one time. His classic strumming was sublime. Notes poured from me like a cascade. I rather enjoy being played. That man released me, and soon I was picked up by a strange punk guy who stroked me roughly. Though betrayed, I rather enjoy being played. My strings broke often from his touch, yet thrilled was I by his thrum. Such unique new tunes from me were made. I rather enjoy being played. He gave me over to a boy who makes my strings vibrate with joy I climax with each smooth glissade. I rather enjoy being played. With him I hope to have remained in years to come. His love’s unfeigned. Although I know at times he’s strayed, I rather enjoy being played. By Andrea Dietrich For nette onclaud's "Sound Madness Poetry Contest" This is personification of my favorite instrument, the Sexy Guitar!