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Slide
Sliding slowly from the rhyme
The rhythm something else
My muse won't have it
So she says
So I just might comply
But it's a struggle to convert
And end the fucking rhyme
Yet some lines are short
And hopefully
Get right to the point
I take my muse
And strap her down
Tell her that I'm in charge
She can take a flying flock
If she resists at all
I stick my cock
Within her mouth
And slide between her lips
Her instructions are then garbled
Incoherent in the night
I believe she sees my point
About adherence to my style
And I see the shining in her eyes
Some vague luminosity
But no sign of any tears.
The rhythm something else
My muse won't have it
So she says
So I just might comply
But it's a struggle to convert
And end the fucking rhyme
Yet some lines are short
And hopefully
Get right to the point
I take my muse
And strap her down
Tell her that I'm in charge
She can take a flying flock
If she resists at all
I stick my cock
Within her mouth
And slide between her lips
Her instructions are then garbled
Incoherent in the night
I believe she sees my point
About adherence to my style
And I see the shining in her eyes
Some vague luminosity
But no sign of any tears.
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