Begging for Wink
Every letter I have sent you
Is piled up in your room
From A to Z. I feel ignored
And wallow in my gloom
You think I am a stalker, right?
I only phone you twice a day
I love you, bitch. Please talk to me
Or severely will you pay
With hat in hand, I beg of you
To strip for me and bare your soul
And if not that, then just a wink
Next time I'm on parole
Contributors: | N, F. |
Poem finished: | 15th August 2003. |