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I was out on assignment recently; too much time to kill, as usual. I
did manage to write a new poem:
YOU'RE A KLING-ON!
The noose of your affection Tightens around my neck Choking my breath
to dust It's time to hit the deck
You're a blood sucking vampire A killing asp Wound up in concern And
a smothering clasp
When your lip trembles that way It makes me want to retch Your smell
drenches me; It's been too long a stretch
It's time to hit the road Don't let the door smack you on the way out
How can you expect this to go on When you just make me want to shout
YOU'RE A KLING-ON! YOU'RE A KLING-ON! NOTHING MORE THAN AN ASS WIPE!
GO CLING ON TO SOMEONE ELSE!
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