Friday, November 18, 2005

Lusting for Lusters

What I felt wasn't love it was just slimply lust.
I was lost and I needed money for the bus.
He looked from me to the trees, smiled and frowned then pointed me stright out of town.
I slowly and steadly walked to the gate, then remembered we only got to number 8.
This was quite a shock and a run for my money.
I was hungery and cold like the emptyness of a Bears tummy.
He said he'd see me later, then he walked right into an aligator.
That was the end of my lust, that had never been love.
And I stopped and waited for the next oncoming bus.

The End.


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