Mature Poetry posted April 28, 2014

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To My Part's Content

by Marillion

To My Part’s Content
The Rogue, they think, is out of ink,
But little do they know
That every clash, attack and gash
Enables him to grow.
He thanks you, dears, for eyes and ears
Upon his vaunted pen,
For as you watch his cumbrous crotch,
He dwarfs all other men.
You are the Muse he opts to use
To fill his throbbing head—
He arms, and loads, and then explodes
The shot your hotness bred.
Your beauty, lust, and bouncy bust
Bring rhythm to his rhyme,
So every stroke and swirl and poke
Arrives in perfect time.
Rejoice or bitch, no matter which,
Your thoughts are welcome here,
But be forewarned, the scoundrel scorned
Is not deceased — he’s near.


Thanks for the wonderful messages, poems, and posts, my friends. The rogue has missed you all, as have I. I'm not sure how often I'll post, but after Bryana and Dawn wrote wonderful poems to the rogue, I just had to dash off a quick verse. It's been so long I nearly forgot how to post here. Thanks for reading...bitches. ;)
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