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Slave Master
Stop barking at my door, dog
I have no scraps to feed you.
There is no space in this life of mine
For another slave master
I shut you out
Don’t feel alone
You’re not special
This is not about
You
Stop whining at my door, dog.
There is no love inside me
To spare for another
Slave master
I shut you down
Don’t feel alone
I treat you no different
Than anyone else
This is not about
You
Stop following me around, dog.
Nothing will change
My life is filled to the brim
With peace
And there is no space
For another slave master
I have no scraps to feed you.
There is no space in this life of mine
For another slave master
I shut you out
Don’t feel alone
You’re not special
This is not about
You
Stop whining at my door, dog.
There is no love inside me
To spare for another
Slave master
I shut you down
Don’t feel alone
I treat you no different
Than anyone else
This is not about
You
Stop following me around, dog.
Nothing will change
My life is filled to the brim
With peace
And there is no space
For another slave master
Published 9th Oct 2014
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24th Nov 2014 5:09am
"eennn...eennn...ennn!" With sad wanting eyes, poor snugglebuck whines outside Rayne's door. But she does not open, leaving love to shiver in the cold damp darkness of the night.
(Forgive my poor attempt at onomatopoeic sound effects, but I couldn't resist the temptation)
Slave Master so reminds me of a poem my mother would recite to me, when I was being a bit bad. It was called 'A Dark And Stormy Night'. Slave Master, left me with the same sad feeling. For I didn't identify with the narrator but the dog.
(Note to self; take copy of 'Slave Master' to show therapist).
Great write kid.
(Forgive my poor attempt at onomatopoeic sound effects, but I couldn't resist the temptation)
Slave Master so reminds me of a poem my mother would recite to me, when I was being a bit bad. It was called 'A Dark And Stormy Night'. Slave Master, left me with the same sad feeling. For I didn't identify with the narrator but the dog.
(Note to self; take copy of 'Slave Master' to show therapist).
Great write kid.
25th Nov 2014 7:27am
High praise from you Snuggle yikes. Thank you! *speechlessly blushing in pleasure* So about that Dark and Stormy night poem, who wrote it? I have a really extensive poetry collection and it just does not ring a bell at all :(
