
There always comes the moment
When you receive the confirmation
Of what you half intuited all along
No more evasions or denials
The truth is written on the wall
Writ large and quite plain to see
You are entangled within the trap
Held fast now there is no escape
It was all a set up a complete illusion
A vast conspiracy centred on you
Always and forever you alone
How can you ever begin to fathom
The depths you are plunging into
You never even knew it was a game
Until I showed you the aces in the hole
And demanded payment or satisfaction
So many questions you wanted to ask
But crumpling beneath the realisation
Of all I had in store you remained silent
Submitted docilely to my desires
However perversely strange or subtle
All your striving had come to naught
Think of this as a complete education
Now maybe you will understand
What I would sacrifice for pleasure.
How very diabolical! Sometimes we know we’re getting trapped but we just have to keep going. Ah human nature is a funny thing. Love the poem. And the exquisite corpse collaboration. Who’s parts are who’s?
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I wanted it to be a bit diabolical so I am glad I succeeded. Not sure who did what but it a good example. Thank you.
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Always a pleasure.
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A sacrifice then.
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Oh hmmm… reading your poetry is not a sacrifice. I suppose if I had to struggle to read it I would have to consider a sacrifice
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A sacrifice for pleasure then.
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The best thing to sacrifice for perhaps
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Undoubtedly.
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As long as the price is not too high
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The price is always high.
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Or it wouldn’t be a sacrifice.
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Quite.
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Great poem!
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Thank you Paula.
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Wow…
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Thanks Em… a little different but good I hope.
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I am late to the party, I wanted to take my time with this one. You are a master poet.
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You are far too kind Miss Heart. Never be the first to arrive or the last to leave a party, that is the true sign of fashionability. I hope it was time well spent.
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Oh, indeed. Some poems are open to many interpretations and those are the best kind. Well done.
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Thank you Miss Heart I am flattered.
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Disturbing one, interesting thoughts. Naughty, Mr Cake.
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Me never. I am a sweet piece of Cake.
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Mr Cake this has left me wondering what a brilliant piece of writing.
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Thank you very much I do try.
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