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I started a poem about the Marquis and Shakespeare a couple of weeks ago. I put it off for the Write-Off with Gibson Girl. Little did I know that the spirit of the de Sade lives in me.
*Pleasure* *Pain*
I laid my racket and shuttlecock down and stopped my conversation with "The Bard" to enter a noble good-natured joust with another valued member of this site.
*Pleasure* *Pain*
I was given the word/topic-"colour" which at first glance seemed daunting to me. I struggled with the concept of a poem in ANY form that would make sense to the Write-Off paying public.
*Pleasure* *Pain*
I was not informed of my would-be worthy opponent until both of our poems were accepted by the arbitors of the affair. All that I could hope for was that my jousting stick would not splinter in fear at the thought of facing said worthy opponent.We bowed and waited for the paying public to render a decision.
*Pleasure* *Pain*
I purposely titled my piece without said "colour" so that the general paying public would not know the intended topic. *Pleasure* My worthy opponent Gibson Girl also (intentionally or no) did not give away said topic in her title either.
*Pleasure*
Alas! There were some Knaves who crashed the affair to render unfair assistance to both contestants.For Shame! But I had read several of the competitions beforehand and understood there were knaves crashing the parties going back several Write-Offs. *Pain* To me though, it was not unexpected. It should not have been unexpected by my worthy opponent. *Pain*
After three days of hand-wringing, I felt that my worthy opponent had bested me. I was readying my concession speech before said worthy paying public, when I awoke this morning to her withdrawal. *Pain* (Something about Heebie Jeebies) I do not know a person with the name "Heebie Jeebies" involved in this contest. Even so, he could not have affected the outcome of the Joust. The paying public and the Knave crashers had control.
*Pleasure* *Pain*
I, the Marquis de Sade, was awarded the contest by default.*Pain* I felt no joy at the outcome of this event.
I give homage to worthy paying public and their comments. *Pleasure* I value them as my as yet unborn children.
Alas! (I like that word. *Pleasure*) Some of the Paying public thought maybe perhaps hyjinks had been in play from the beginning. Nay! I Say. Some of the paying public has tarried too long at the wine/whine, or sat on Sir Freud's couch too long, or got themselves stuck in yon Anarchist's Handbook, or lost a bet with God early in the morn. Whatever the malady afflicting said paying public, their angst is for naught. *Pleasure* Some have decided to take their toys and go home.*Pain* There is no need to take such arbitrary action. Furthermore, do not listen to Naysayers nor give them ear to spit in. Come back here and enjoy the brotherhood of the word. Let me soothe your wounded psyches. *Pleasure* Come and let us sit together at the table and drink the written grog together. *Pleasure* I pray you God speed back to where you belong.
Sincerely,
de Sade
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