Berto Kamp
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Poem "Blue Car will do":
- published November 6, 2009
- viewed 14 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»A Pottage Man«
»Angel Mother Of Mine«
»Berto's Prayer«
»Blackmail«
»Coal Shed«
»Desire«
»Disarray«
»Hunchback«
»Kibera Slum«
»Lamb to the slaughter«
»Life of an Unknown Man«
»Madness of a sane man«
»Man with fish«
»Midnight in Fes«
»Omie 8th of May«
»Piteous sight«
»Possibility«
»Rain«
»The Pot«
»The Silent Nile«
»Torrential Rain«
»Unknown Path«
»Victim Of Prey«
»Zenith«
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Poem "Blue Car will do":
- published November 6, 2009
- viewed 14 times
Other poems by Berto Kamp:
»The Pot«
»Blue Car will do«
by Berto Kamp
I have come to haunt you
I will not go away
I will not leave on this sick and perturbed day
You are the one that took advantage of me
Now I will take revenge like a blind mad man that cannot see
Did you think twice when you ran your hands over me?
Told me lies so that I would agree
Do not tell anyone as you are my friend
I will buy you whatever you want my money on you I will spend
What is it that I must buy for you?
A new toy car, should it be blue
Your parents may not know
This is our game do not tell them so
His hands moved up and then down
Touching my parts that were really only mine
What did he want from me?
His lips forcefully kissed it was bitter not sweet
That darting tongue in and out
I could not shout
So he would continue to play
I lay there wishing his game would be over this day
How much longer would it take?
A few minutes in time seemed like ever, a life time
Once he was satisfied I could get up to leave
Running home all the way dashing between the trees
Feeling dirty, humiliated and total disgrace
How could he look my parents in their face?
Sick is it not that I was to blame because of his silly game
I will not go away
I will not leave on this sick and perturbed day
You are the one that took advantage of me
Now I will take revenge like a blind mad man that cannot see
Did you think twice when you ran your hands over me?
Told me lies so that I would agree
Do not tell anyone as you are my friend
I will buy you whatever you want my money on you I will spend
What is it that I must buy for you?
A new toy car, should it be blue
Your parents may not know
This is our game do not tell them so
His hands moved up and then down
Touching my parts that were really only mine
What did he want from me?
His lips forcefully kissed it was bitter not sweet
That darting tongue in and out
I could not shout
So he would continue to play
I lay there wishing his game would be over this day
How much longer would it take?
A few minutes in time seemed like ever, a life time
Once he was satisfied I could get up to leave
Running home all the way dashing between the trees
Feeling dirty, humiliated and total disgrace
How could he look my parents in their face?
Sick is it not that I was to blame because of his silly game
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