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The Poetry of Alan Sheppard...
THE BITCH
Reckless wanton and corrupt,
Every second a chance to disrupt,
She flies into a rage without cause,
Hitting out in all directions with out pause.
Raising hell is her soul desire,
setting convention on its funeral pyre,
Perverting kindness a daily task,
In its lunacy seductively she will bask.
A firebrand in all her ways,
In turmoil she happily plays,
Never tempered by mans firm touch,
Never needing an emotional crutch.
She rains down scorn on all she espies,
If the truth wont work , she is happy with lies,
She will eventually self destruct into dust,
She would rather that then ever trust.
Alan Sheppard
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