Under the Table
psst
psst come
closer cause
i know your type
can't seem
to write am i
right thinking
your muse left
you so oh
dear oh deary
do what to do with
out her inside my mind
i've got
a quick fix
just slip one
of these in when
in doubt
i'll try my best
to match your style
and mums the word
but it seems
you seem to
have some
sort of
conscience
and matter
of factuality
to some
degree of
something
higher then
your very
being
so be on
your way
for i don't
sell
to those
who are
already
slaves
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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