Most fellows --
Are forever
Young, dumb & --
Full of, well�.
Those who know
Simply know
Or so I'm told
He's young, dumb & --
Full of munchausens
His entire life --
Swirls around it
He savors it
The sound --
Of this term
Munchausens
He rolls it --
Off his tongue
Reveling in it
Munchausens
He can't ever --
Get enough
Of it's taste --
To his mind's
Internal delight
He enters it --
From the front
Then the rear
Angle of thrills
In slander mastery
Titillation appellations
First squealing --
Munchausens
Then yammering --
Baby poisonings
When he gets tired --
It's, "Unfit mother"
As if these things --
Were somehow equal
Or somehow synonyms
Munchausens --
To Unfit
And back again
Unfit --
To munchausens
It's bizarre
Indescribably so
Undeniably strange
In this one way --
He is unique
He's a stupor star --
With munchausens.
By Lady Lost
Copyright � 2002
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**As with all poetry, essays, correspondence and/or published letters, e-mails or other communications presented on this webpage, this poem is a personal subjective expression of its author's own feelings, thoughts, beliefs, and opinions. This statement is in no way intended to invalidate or minimize the powerful and poignant experiences of this author. However, this statement is intended to indicate that creative expressions such as these written forms of artwork are derived from their author's own personal feelings, thoughts, beliefs and opinions.
**This work, in part, reflects the projection theory.
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