Penitentiary (Poem )

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I'm the vindictive, ruthless,
an eye for an eye,
the counter stroke, last-ditch,
the never-say-die.
I am heartless, ferocious,
grossly inhumane,
fiendishly satanic,
a low-down dirty shame.

I'm loathsome, ill-natured,
repulsively vile,
arrogance, treachery,
abuse is my style.

My name is Penitentiary,
I'm made of steel and stones,
and should you land in my domain,
I'll crack your flesh and bones.

You're not as tough as you believe,
When without a knife or gun,
I'll have your ass before you blink,
Providing I want fun.
I've myriad ways of handling you,
That's if you like it rough;
Ways to hurt and break a man,
I haven't found enough.
Push me punk and be doomed,
I know you can not win,
I've been around for quite sometime,
And since the spawn of sin,
I've held the toughest thugs there are,
Behind my cold, gray stalls,
Watched them risk their fruitless lives,
Trying to scale my walls.
Some were killed and few escaped,
later to return
For crimes far worse than before
And then I watched them burn.

My name is Penitentiary,
Let me come straight from the cuff,
I'll crack your head - rip out your heart,
I pray you call my bluff.
You flapped your huge illicit wings
Betwixt the grip of law
Until you made that one mistake
That clutched you in its claw.
You preyed upon the weak and old
And made them fear you, true,
Well, listen faggot, bitch take note,
The tables are turned on you.
I'm in command, I hold the cards
And call the dos and don'ts,
Create the dreams and feed the hopes
Of all your needs and wants.

Now, should you thirst for freedom's fire,
I'll light your smouldering wick,
Supply the gas and provide the flint
It will take to light your Bic!

The Love Master ( Poem )

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You became disenchanted with wanting Valentinoes,
A prolong trek to this journey's end,
Now that you've come, I welcome you,
to cast aside fear and shame,
for I am he, the Love Master,
Viceroy of Joy, Prince of Pleasure,
Jealous Othello, wise Solomon,
Or any name you choose to select
from the repertoire of love.
Did you think I would look different,
Indeed a glittering diamond crown,
A velvet fez, a mystic turban,
Placed aesthetically on my head.
Did you think I would have a robe,
Embroidered with fine threads of gold,
A wizard's wand, a black-faced ring,
And a hocus-pocus stare.
I do not have costly diamond rings
On my smoke-stained calloused hands;
Earrings studded in my ears
As with Gypsy vagabonds ...