My love life

My love life

A Poem by Christopher Staab

I hear the devils cackle,
it promises my soul,
to bed trodding women,
scampering like toads.

© 2014 Christopher Staab


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Brilliant. A little creepy, a little twisted. Love it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Run, run, run! Catch those trodding women. Or not, especially if the are scampering like toads. I've seen toads scamper, they're not all that difficult to catch. But . . . er . . . What in the world would you want a trodding woman? Somehow that sounds like asking for more trouble than you would want in your life . . .

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Christopher Staab
Christopher Staab

Southhampton, PA



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