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a love poem
Merci mademoiselle
No I mean Mercy plz
I am bound in your hypnotic squeeze
wrapped in your robotic pleas and merci pleas
Mercy please
Round and round
And round
Feet off the ground
Sounds and zounds
Le français la langue de l’amour
Your primal urge
is all encapsulating
It is Art-Write
[It’s art right?]
It’s cathartic but only just slight
NO!!! I will not buy you a coffee
But you may buy me some tea
It’s not 1917
[Not yet anyway]
Please madamoiselle
Gimme a tease
Before our bond breaks
Before the big freeze
Before somebody
With a bigger boat
whisks you off
To the New Hebrides
