Late Movie

Late Movie

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Poetry

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And old-fashioned poem in some ways inspired by a timeless picture by the Pre-Raphaelites and modern life.

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And old-fashioned poem in some ways inspired by a timeless picture by the Pre-Raphaelites and modern life.

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Submitted: March 27, 2017

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Submitted: March 27, 2017

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Near midnight the film starts

Just a while to make some note

To the dinner dishes do, take my tablets

Tidy up, do all those things

Not done yet, put things

Away

Another hot drink once the movie starts

One already, my last usually

Though, tonight, sleep not quite yet

To the early hours, bad news

A debt called on, thought need not repay

To a woman, could not leave her, tell her to go

And now says she I owe her one

Her rage quietens me now, as I to the door went

To listen to her excuses to call, did not

Quite see it coming, so let's see tonight

A violent sexy movie and femme fatales, light off, silver light, but for the sound of traffic

Endless cars of people who at least have money

And I have none, except that possibly

Enough to pay a friend for a once a month cum, a coming and then quickly shown the door

Or for now to go to bed early, dishes done, floor cleaned

So as not to waste any more than have I already

On sex, relationships and the thing that men call 'cum'

And women do too call it cum the same, yet take it from men, if that is the difference.

Oh!  I came beforehand once or twice when saw I her in her bed

'It is your child, sir!'

'Take it the thing you know you created!'

'And pay for it no matter what!'

Have other men unseen by me crossed your path? 

Oh, how many you must have met in the park!

I met you near the gates, didn't I?

Now I can pay for you, your children, you pay for

And your crack cocaine I'll pay for as well!

I really did not see it coming, not what I know now

A receptacle your womb was to my cum

I had paid a visit

With my cum as I said, that was what all as had I thought

Yet, so, it could be true and the child mine.

And you cannot only come and just leave, not always can you.

It might be mine!

In a moment methinks of madness I came and claimed it as such

How in many ways persuaded you me

Oh, it was in so many late night times pondered I had done so this thing,

This thing of creation, birth and a still young life made

And even today, you deny still the truth plain.

It is not!

She takes my money, yet I still have the silver screen, my room still to live in

And, as well, the late night movie is on in an hour, on the small screen in my room,

All life's woes, fantasies, loves and hates, winners and losers, up late or early to bedtimes people

Yet tonight, there is this one loser here to watch the silver screen,

So to think others' thoughts and fantasies better than his own

As is always best and no doubt but one

This one doubt if life is mine to claim and truly said of me.

The End


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