poem: HUNTER HUNTED

I fiddled with emotion
True love I baptized,
Not with water, but saliva
Spat from
My prickly tongue


Time and time again,
I mocked love
Satisfying only my desire -
Lust, loot, and booty
With style
And swagger

Ah, what a player I was
A hunter with class
Gifted with the gab
With sly and con,
Preys, after preys,
I squashed and savour

Now I’m haunted
By loves I spurned
Faces of scorned ones
Parade my dreams
Leaving in their wake
Torments and regrets


Alas, the doors are shut
With locks, and bolts
And true love scarce
Like water in desert

Now I’m hunted
With vigour and vehemence
By predators with style
Ah, the chicken
Is home to roost



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