Black Poetry : Don't shoot the piano player

HODEE

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To seek pleasure Playa.
You become at times like a shallow lake
directed at immediate satisfaction.
Owing no debt or obligation.
To the water you drink.
Folding everything you touch
into a neat ball you consider
understood.

You leave her dry in your wake.
Informal clothing, final contest of will.

You win.

Your victims cry out. Scoff you.
But your actions splitting the emotions,
mind and body take over the lady.

She can see you coming, can't escape.
Not wanting the misery, cause you like others
bring the waste land.

Unknown want of you,
looking in cells, for you.

Bad Boy syndrome.

If I could reach the music you bring.
Play that note on my 88.
Maybe I would have that beautiful lady
begging me to return.

Century old game.

Yet I haven't learned to play.
I want pleasure.. I want to be in your shoes..

No I don't...

If she gives me a chance to play.
I'm bringing it different. Changing
the score. I'll bring new rules. Don't hate me.
I'm no Playa hater.
Since I can't play the game.
I'll just play my way, until things change.
Play on Playa...I'm just the piano player.
:cool:
 

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