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Waste

WasteΒ 

By Emily Capell

Oh you are the master of
Wasting my time
And I know when you do it
It's fun
For your mean, little self
Likes me there on a shelf
An object,
The pleasure of one

Immobilized, present
Pleasant, aroused
And with nowhere on earth
I should be
But a geisha, unpaidΒ 
Is a prostitute made
And yet this is your standard
For me

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Christopher Correia

great poem, beautiful metering complex rhymes, love your style, so impressive, cheers

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Jason Brown

Fantastic!! Wonderful juxtaposition of almost flippant form and serious, bitter tone.
Magnificent! THIS is what poetry's all about!!!
Can't wait to read more.

J.

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