The Wrong thoughtsA Poem by andrew mitchell
The Wrong thoughts.
When his mind came to life in party mode, arriving in town late saturday night. He knew he should have brought his gentlemanly thoughts or stayed at home. All he saw was the colour sex. Neon lamp lights Red lipstick High heels Black stockings Short dress Just sex..... raw sex. He knew who was driving hearing those voices all too often before. T'was the hormones talking and they didn't have a license to thrill. If only he brought the other personality along, he just bought a new knife set. Damn you Jack!
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Added on May 17, 2016 Last Updated on May 17, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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