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The Gold Elbow
JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

The Gold Elbow

There was a boy,24KT, heart of GOLD.
He loved a girl, with a heart that was true.
Being a QUEEN, with boys pasted like tattoo's.
A raging love of his nature was kindled.
She was his, number one, playing her fiddle.
Her song was of a deep loving - charm.
He showered her with, GOLD, on every arm.
Weighted down by the bulky mess.
Suitors called, with a movie like line.
BUT, he cut the loving phone lines.
Her kind DAD, 'told him indirect, to whittle'.
BUT, he wanted to play her, fiddle.
RAGING JEALOUSY, to beyond insane.
ALL HIS GOLD, through her window panes.
Hitting her heart, in a special way.
She demised a trap, of his jealous ways.
Unknowing, blinded by the gnawing rage.
Through years after marriage, [he kept his page].
TELLING ALL, [friends&relatives], of his ways.
Isolated in his 24 KT ward head, [everyday].
[THINKING PLOTS, PLANS, *still with his jealous rage*].

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