Love-hate relationship

I scream, you grin.
You grin, I grimace.
I grimace, you laugh.
You laugh, I smile.
I smile, you smile.
You smile, I move.
I move, you move.
You move, I lean.
I lean, you kiss.
You kiss, I kiss you.

17: 47 29/03/2006

poem by Mordrid Harpoon
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If only magic was real.

If only magic was real.
But only for nice wee people.
If evil people had magic,
All chaos would break loose.

The punks would finally get their way,
And there would be all out anarchy.
Evil people could kill nice wee people,
With a flick of the wrist and a ceremonial word,
Assuming that’s how magic would work if it was real.

Alas, we return to the punks,
Their philosophy is non-conforming,
So then the punks would become nice wee people,
And wear nice wee clothes,
And live in houses with white picket fences,
Unless the evil people killed them for being nice wee people.

I wish I had magic.
I would make the world a better place.

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poem by Mordrid Harpoon
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