The Aristocrat Poem by Medea Kali
The Aristocrat
A diamonded jewel in a wretched sphere
I found thee, hungry and weak
I took thee under mine own wing
Thou wert a rare queen belonging to me
From misery to riches, how could you leave?
Am I to blame for loving thee
And if by worldly lust did I have thee
Am I to blame for thine irresistible appeal?
A venomous temptress, money bought and sold
No longer will I visit thee
The streets echo thy name and im but a man
I can no longer come to thee
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5/8/2024 10:00:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good flow and a nice write, there are all kind of men, certainly some wouldn't mind going to her!