Fatherly Talk
You all,her too
She thought i lost my diction
She made me mild,and i turned a new leaf
A new one;not my cheek
But to Wilde;
So I guess its true what he says,
"a woman's face its a work of fiction"
To my,to my higherbeing i surrender my past
It has been done,been done to death since the start of time
Jehovah sells it best than anyone,so please consider this my new testament
and i still welcome you to test a man.
Eve,Eve was made to be both my curse and blessing
Eve was only supposed to have my ribs
Eve was my ambition before she was my addiction-my foolish ways;
I guess i thought i went one better when i let her into my palace,
but Eve knew better and she left it in ruins and me shelterless.
And then and there I knew I had to call to the Master Palace;
Only with gracious treats did the Master please my palate,
'fore he handed me pure white gold crusted keys to his cottage out in the back gardens(a small as it is,which i wholly appreciate)
A cottage whose security could match that of a chastity belt;
You see I still worry about Eve,I don't feel whole
I love my ribs to bit,technically I'm bound to love her
To which the Master responded"truth that,i taught you that,but I also taught you that if you eye deceives you,remove it without remorse-so that you could serve me and you better"
To which I responded,"I get and I feel that,none will be let into the cottage,till we both sure,and about the ribs I'd see if they goo enough to be fit back into my body-to make me whole again."
If not,the no remorse
I guess I could always invite you for a nice chat
But then again you aways there;
To end in Jack's note-
"one day I will find the right words,and they would be simple".
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