My love life

My love life

A Poem by Christopher Staab

I hear the devils cackle,
it promises my soul,
to bed trodding women,
scampering like toads.

© 2014 Christopher Staab


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Brilliant. A little creepy, a little twisted. Love it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Run, run, run! Catch those trodding women. Or not, especially if the are scampering like toads. I've seen toads scamper, they're not all that difficult to catch. But . . . er . . . What in the world would you want a trodding woman? Somehow that sounds like asking for more trouble than you would want in your life . . .

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Christopher Staab
Christopher Staab

Southhampton, PA



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