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Bachelorhoodwinked

bachelorhoodwinked by michael r. burch (a poem about wedlock, or lock->wed) u are charming & disarming, but mostly ***ALARMING*** since all my resolve dissolved! u are chic as a sheikh's harem girl in the sheets but castle's no longer my own and my kingdom's been overthrown! That Not-So-Mellow Fellow, Othello by Michael R. Burch Not sure ’bout that fellow, Othello, was he a “hero” or merely piss yellow? He killed his poor wife over a handkerchief! Thus Iago proved his heart Jello. Our Sweet Ecologist by Michael R. Burch Our sweet ecologist — what will she do with the ants and the cockroaches, bedbugs and lice when they want to live in her pants? Nipples' Ripples by Michael R. Burch Men are scared of nipples: that’s why they can’t be seen. For if they were, we’d go to war as in the days of Troy, I ween. Time Out! by Michael R. Burch Time is at war with my body! am i Time’s most diligent hobby? for there’s never Time out from my low-t and gout and my once-brilliant mind has grown stodgy! Time Out (II) by Michael R. Burch Time is running out, no doubt. Time is running out. I don’t know what the LORD’s about, since Time is running out, the Lout!, and leaving me with gas and gout. I don’t know what the LORD’s about; still, it does no good to grouse or pout, since Time is merely running out, like quail before a native scout. ’Twill do no good to shout or flout: Time’s running out, I have no doubt, though who knows what the LORD’s about? No need for faith or even doubt, since Time is merely running out, like water from a rusty spout or mucous from a leaky snout. Yes, Time is merely running out, and yet I feel inclined to pout and truth be told, sometimes to doubt just what the hell the LORD’s about. Waiting Game by Michael R. Burch Nothing much to live for, yet no good reason to die: life became a waiting game... Rain from a clear blue sky. Tr(end)y by Michael R. Burch Ain’t it funny how trendy becomes so dead-endy? Lava lamps and bell bottoms soon became “never bought ‘ems.” While that teenage tattoo soon’ll have wrinkles too. Originally published by Brief Poems. Keywords/Tags: bachelorhood, bachelor, sex, capitulation, resolve, dissolved, hoodwinked, helpless, vulnerable, smitten, bewitched, charm, charmed, spellbound, love potion, passion, desire, lust, attraction, love, romance, sexy, couple, engagement, wedding, marriage, wedlock, captivity

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