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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Personal >> ID #198218  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
When She Was Bad
we all need outlets. and sometimes a friend, too.
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When She Was Bad

She's lost somewhere, seething there in her anger
A rusty-spot-polka-dot-on-the-wall head banger
A dervish dancing spotlight spinning wheels of obsession
Ochre as the outlets where she bleeds out her aggression

Raging as a raver, dressed down in drag
This whole slam-dance-floor = her own punching bag

--when she was bad
--dancing down & dirty moves
--no one knew she had

I languish in my uncanny empathic sense
Her anguish may lie beyond my experience

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