You are not good enough for me.
That's just the way it is.
I want to read this book
You demand too much attention is paid to your dull beauty
Such as it is.
The Queen of Sheba came yesterday in her panaquin of gold and silk and cedar wood.
She had eunuchs and aurochs and dancing girls
She had monkeys on slender silver chains.
I quite like the monkeys.
But it's just too much damn drama for a fuck.
I was not home
I felt like feeding ducks
They had feathers and they went quack
They were good enough
I had seed
That's what they wanted.
That's what I wanted.
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Jabberwocky (
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Comments1
Good write, sometimes all you want to do is feed the ducks.
Thanks. It's certainly calming 🙂
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