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Questions, Questions, Questions? - - - - A Nonsense Reason Re-Post

Authors Note: So this here poem. I am reposting it and deleting the original posting without the disclaimer. Apparently some assholes spread a rumour that the poem was about a member of DU. Now those who thought that and those who started that rumour need to learn to engage the one brain cell they have before typing or talking. Now I know the reason for the gossip, just more petty poisoning. But they and you need to re-read this poem or at least those who didn't get it the first time. It is clear from the text that the person in question I had been married to. If I am married to a member of DU, would she or he kindly pop by and say hi bring some chocolate and flowers. Jesus H Christmas WTF is wrong with you people. So to those that created the rumour I say in my broadest Scottish accent "Aw wau an tak yersel tae fuck!" if you're offended by that, Sorry, now you can fuck off, in short sharp jerky movements, or come round my house so I can give you a sore face or two. Anyone needing further clarification can fuck off too - learn to fuckin read ! man the things you have to do to protect you from cults - or is that a typo?
 
 
Have you ever made love to a cripple?
lets have a show of hands  
have you ever made love to a cripple?  
strangely there are no risen hands  
there must be some one out there  
ok! Nobody raise your hands  
I understand  
 
have you ever passionately kissed a cripple  
or been genuinely in love with a cripple  
or married a cripple when they were a cripple  
come on these should not be difficult questions  
have you ever been amorous in public with a cripple  
strangely not a single hand  
strangely I understand  
 
ok! A more difficult question methinks  
have you ever:  
made love to a cripple,  
passionately kissed a cripple,  
married a cripple  
when they were a cripple,  
been amorous in public with a cripple,  
been in love with a cripple  
but you are too embarrassed to admit it  
to horrified that your friends might find out  
so scared that you erase any connection  
despite your heart was in my heart  
despite your hand was in my hand  
I think I understand  
 
but we did make love and passionately kissed  
French with tongues and so many other places  
we let our hands do the walking rough and gentle  
both in orgasm exploring each others bodies  
your perfect breasts by tongue and pinch  
balls cupped my member licked and sucked  
Such passion, such love, just a pretence  
You walk away, leaving not trace to follow  
as you follow into a new relationship quickly  
nobody knows the intensity that was  
no one ever will but you and me  
I went from hero to zero in an instance  
from saviour to the great ignored  
from lover to road kill  
left in limbo to die  
sooner than need be  
of Love and passion  
after a fashion  
the flames you fanned  
that I'll never understand
 
 
#whoisreallycrippled
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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