She Had To Confess

She has told me to much already
Her feelings are all confetti
When she walks her knees are spaghetti
A calendar not turned
time wasn’t ready

Freddie she said
as he laid in her bed
her face red
excuse the mess
I must confess
I can’t undress
hold me so I can rest

He took some speed
and he had some need
and was gasping for his breath
I ran to the back of the room
Couldn’t look at his tomb

You know that I’m rich
You must think I’m a bitch
I paid the cop
bottom to top
Did not have to confess

But I needed a rest

By: Shepard of Peace
20 January 2013

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