Suck Out The Poison

You are mine
The seed of my mind
The sought and the found
I was fraught and now I bind
Myself
To you
Who art my soul
Who makes me whole
With your sweet words
Of …

AAARGHH! Get it off me!! Urgh, urgh. Ow!!
Bloody hell, the bugger’s stung me!
Look at that! A wasp sting!
Vicious little creature!
Hate them so much!
Squash it, squash it!
Too late – it’s gone now.
Come and suck the poison out now.
Yeah, yeah – I can finish the poem later, just suck!

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