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Equal but Opposite: This sequel disagrees But sin is a pre-requisite For salvation’s fees: I am not a sinner I’ve been saved by grace Christian losers can’t be winners If they try hard to save face For he who seeks to save his life Must yield it up as lost Nothing must be done through strife We must... Sign in to see full entry.

If I were Frank, and absolute knavery were afoot, I’d take the hint, learn to paint, and play a jest, resolute, upon the judge whose court would not try a jaded sport because his game was won for fame, in days when idle fans extort a good name for their own greed, when reputation read did bleed,... Sign in to see full entry.

Fabulous Frankie always makes me swoon Sends me straight out from here to the moon Shark meat on the reef: The main aperitif Eaten as we listen to Rachmaninov’s tunes. He’s a man of the world in a black suit and tie, He never once pauses to ask wherefores or whys, And after the tea He fixates on me,... Sign in to see full entry.

Frankie delights in winning, and when he wins he is sinning: he takes all the cake and eats like a snake and leaves the party grinning We embarked upon a mild escapade walking past the colonnade; we made out and he did flout, then he put my panties on parade! Oh I didn’t mind, I tell you, I would... Sign in to see full entry.

I left on the arm of Frankie de Bonair Felt like I was walking—well I won’t say where! You can deduce it from what I’ve implied; And I tell you right now that man has some pride! We danced until dawn on a fine glassy floor, And there in his arms, I just wanted more, The artist within me paints him... Sign in to see full entry.

I was blasted out of the water by a submarine invective, wily in its acumen, but highly subjective. Thwarted with an appellation reserved for heads of state, who’d been passed over by poets, second-rate, I resolved to have it out with style, and wit, and verve, but before I got so very far, I’m... Sign in to see full entry.