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If I don't drive around the park,

I'm pretty sure to make my mark.

If I'm in bed each night by ten,

I may get back my looks again,

If I abstain from fun and such,

I'll probably amount to much,

But I shall stay the way I am,

Because I do not give a damn

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Become
20:36 Dec 23 2009

ha- this sounds exactly like something Dorothy Parker might have written. great stuff!

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Say my love is easy had,

Say I'm bitten raw with pride,

Say I am too often sad-

Still behold me at your side.



Say I'm neither brave nor young,

Say I woo and coddle care,

Say the devil touched my tongue-

Still you have my heart to wear.



But say my verses do not scan,

And I get me another man!

Oh, I'd been better dying,

Oh, I was slow and sad;

A fool I was, a-crying

About a cruel lad!



But there was one that found me,

That wept to see me weep,

And had his arm around me,

And gave me words to keep.



And I'd be better dying,

And I am slow and sad;

A fool I am, a-crying

About a tender lad!

Woman wants monogamy;

Man delights in novelty.

Love is woman's moon and sun;

Man has other forms of fun.

Woman lives but in her lord;

Count to ten, and man is bored.

With this the gist and sum of it,

What earthly good can come of it?

By the time you swear you're his,

Shivering and sighing,

And he vows his passion is

Infinite, undying -

Lady, make a note of this:

One of you is lying.

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Isis101
03:07 Jan 10 2009

I love this...a familiar theme running throughout the Rave, it seems...

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If you should sail for Trebizond, or die,

Or cry another name in your first sleep,

Or see me board a train, and fail to sigh,

Appropriately, I'd clutch my breast and weep.

And you, if I should wander through the door,

Or sin, or seek a nunnery, or save

My lips and give my cheek, would tread the floor

And aptly mention poison and the grave.



Therefore the mooning world is gratified,

Quoting how prettily we sigh and swear;

And you and I, correctly side by side,

Shall live as lovers when our bones are bare

And though we lie forever enemies,

Shall rank with Abelard and Heloise.

I do not like my state of mind;

I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.

I hate my legs, I hate my hands,

I do not yearn for lovelier lands.

I dread the dawn's recurrent light;

I hate to go to bed at night.

I snoot at simple, earnest folk.

I cannot take the gentlest joke.

I find no peace in paint or type.

My world is but a lot of tripe.

I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.

For what I think, I'd be arrested.

I am not sick, I am not well.

My quondam dreams are shot to hell.

My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;

I do not like me any more.

I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.

I ponder on the narrow house.

I shudder at the thought of men....

I'm due to fall in love again.

Let another cross his way-

She's the one will do the weeping!

Little need I fear he'll stray

Since I have his heart in keeping-



Let another hail him dear-

Little chance that he'll forget me!

Only need I curse and fear

Her he loved before he met me

They hail you as their morning star

Because you are the way you are.

If you return the sentiment,

They'll try to make you different;

And once they have you, safe and sound,

They want to change you all around.

Your moods and ways they put a curse on;

They'd make of you another person.

They cannot let you go your gait;

They influence and educate.

They'd alter all that they admired.

They make me sick, they make me tired.

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Isis101
03:09 Jan 10 2009

I LOVE IT! SO DAMN TRUE...

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LordValek
01:21 Mar 20 2009

That is true in some ways but in a way of a Master his prize pet or slave or submissive always come first above all others

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