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It's been widely reported he's on the make and take,
at continental beaches where babes frolic bare.
So manfully he decries, with muddied lily white lies.
Battened down in the Swiss spa, she spouts secrets
of peccadilloes, with dildos she keeps in stock
to moue at and mock what ardent fans believe.
One glass of Spanish Punch and it's easy to believe
in unspoken rules of pool side parties. Thus she takes
her place in line for a minty mix, while a stock
of yesterday papers, that, in ecstasy, bare
his sweet buttocks, chew over her languid secrets
and over shared lies.
At the bottom of the pool, there lies
a mosaic maze of reasons to believe
in water-logged delusions of secrets.
Surround sound, magpie chatters take
to blaring out what’s not fit to bare
as he stares at the bottles on stock.
There is always a closet where you stock
your skeletons. For her diamond-shape lies
glare, his spyglass is set on a sky, when stars are bare.
The sound of dice shaken and rolling... They still believe
her glossy smiles and glamour-laced tears, still take
plush mystifications for real - it's not a secret.
She lost their family recipe of secrets
in the yellow broth of chicken stock,
spoiled by too many cooks on the take.
They’re staining pages with half baked lies,
embroiled in stale, left over believe
it or not; and now their cupboard is bare.
So keep your argument sharp and bare:
prepare to use it, to stir all the secrets
that are still cooking. Do they believe?
Why is it looking so familiar? Stock
of boxed lilies are comforting like his lies...
"Take it or leave it", and she chooses to take.
Stolen kisses can't take the lowdown grim and bare,
ergo: we trade lies in the guise of scooped secrets
bartering lock, stock and barrel, make or breakup believe.
03/07/05
Olga (City) & Penelope
*assistance in punctuation courtesy of Lucie (windchime)*
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"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent" - Eleanor Roosevelt
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