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| photo by Fee Easton |
Rode up on your white horse
I was face down in the mud
Said, "Hey, man, wanna buy a girl a drink?"
Offered me your gloved hand
Fixed me up real nice
Asked me to come home with you
I didn't think twice
I wanted a Prince Charming
But I got you instead
I got Prince Morphine
Sleeping in my bed
Asked for a dozen roses
You tucked a poppy behind my ear
You sing me lullabies until my passion's doused
Your sheets are real soft
But your love makes me itch
I don't feel the pain no more
But I don't feel shit
I wanted a Prince Charming
But I got you instead
I sleep with Prince Morphine
I feel like I'm dead
submitted for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry
photo prompt by the remarkable Fee Easton
