wherever they were was just the place,
whenever they wanted was the time;
it's scandalous, the things they did,
but none were quite a crime --

and promises were thrown aside,
commitments made and broken:
but when the dark heat fills you up
its better done

than spoken

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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