love slave

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    love slave
    A crack of the whip, and a jerk of my chain,
    what I call pleasure you'll call pain
    40 lashes great to begin
    its all just a wonderful sin
    leather belt or bamboo cane
    just swing it again and again
    bloody and bruised I have know fear
    It would take so much more to make me shed a tear
    Todays man such a wimp
    one good lash would make him limp
    So here's to what most would call a felony
    I salute you as foreplay......

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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