Beatrice and the Bitch

Beatrice is a beauty
She keeps on calling
But my mind is in the city
I keep on falling

For Claire is a beauty
Putting Beatrice in my mind’s shadow
Yet she’s in the city
Distance, misery, incommunicado

Claire is pretty
She rules in my dreams
But the exposure in the city
Makes me the clown in her films

Mum says damn, take Beatrice
Dad says shit, fuck Claire
Claire says no, go fuck Beatrice
Beatrice says yes, you’re my air

You run after a dame
A girl runs after you too
The dame doesn’t play your game
But the girl seems like a poo

©Lord eBay, 2017

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. excellent writing wonderful poetry

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Lord eBay says:

      Thanks, Matthew.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Beautifully and well written poetic brilliance. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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