My Gypsy Man

A gypsy man once held my hand

And said he knew my future.

He moaned and hummed a gypsy hum

And tickled me with a feather.

He closed his eyes and with a sigh…

He gasped and choked and staggered,

“Your life is gone, yet you’re still here!

I’m puzzled as to why yet?”

I laughed at him and then I smiled

“Well that explains my sleepless nights

And horrific cries for mercy.”

I must have been a bad, bad girl

This life’s not life, but hell you see

With hurt I burn eternally.

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