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Look Who’s Back

Stevie’s back

Don’t take jack

Sees the lights

Of authority

Waving at him.

On his knees does it please


I doubt it

That would be sadistic;

Not in your nature.

Is there no cure?

Don’t be a critic,

Let’s get specific.

Rejected all my life,

But I turned out terrific.

You kissed me to bed at night,

You reeked of cigarttes

And cheap sherry.

I bury the thoughts.

Such a pity.

You weren’t bad,

Essentially good,

But you could



What I am about.

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