CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“Play Day”


Players prey
On pussy and play
As they figure a way
To the promise land.
Playing their hand
In a game called lust—
They strive
And drive
For someone else’s trust.
Unconcerned, they bust
Into another’s world of love,
Leaving them there hanging
After they’ve shoved their fun
Into that persons sanity
Leaving none.

-Chris J. Melanson 1997
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