Feb 22 2008

An odd little poem…

Something that came to me this morning on the way into the office…

What am I?
A Succubi.

Who am I?
I am what people see.

Blonde, Brunette, Redhead, it doesn’t matter.
Tall, short, average, means not a thing.

What they want is what they will see.
It is just part of being me.

But in spite of all of their wishes.
In spite of all of their needs.

Three things only.
They never will change for me.

Two red horns that mark me.
A long red tail forever will be.

But most of all.
That which is most telling…

Green eyes always to see.


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