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THE FAT CONTROLLER

Poetry By: Indie Skreet
Poetry



i am free now ... took 30 years and I will never be controlled again, Now I am truly uncontrollable.


Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 39    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


The Fat Controller ups the heat

And thinks his minion can't compete

But winning games is up her street

And she won't contemplate defeat

The Fat Controller ups his game

Because he thinks his minion's tame;

Unbeknown; no longer lame

Because she has become the same

The Fat Controller plays his ace

Relinquishing both style and grace;

She refuses to lose the race

And now he'll meet her other face

The Fat Controller had to turn

And make her suffer, smoke and burn

A lack of morals and concern

Confirmed her choice not to return.





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