Judas kiss of Innocence

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09/2009 Property of Anonymous - the guy that has a god-complex.

Judas kiss of Innocence

I must confess high treason in the kingdom of hearts
I'm the dreamer that lead a sly heathen into the Queens quaters after dark

And stare he did at her, and become aroused by her scent,
but he was far more interested in the sunder of her corset

This night, as the Irish beauty with golden curles let her locks loose
He fell to the floor with a thud "Oh my, what a fox" - "ZEUS!"
Alas it was a wig, and she was no celtic Queen
But the Greek damsel of the lady bathing in the next room - unseen

"I shall have you removed before the fallen eyes of your kind are to see naked royalty!"
"Then I shall wonder the dream world blind in search of your scent which has of now
- spoilt me"

Lightly & politely, though completely in a blunder...
"Guards... wait!" - "he's an old friend of mine,
he was theee......MY SISTERS' SHOEMAKER, Porter, Right!? - How Divine!!!!!"
"M' lady, are you sure? you seem..." - "YES!, leave at once... Porter's come to repair my corset, I MEAN closet! - you may go! I'm quite alright"

Out of the mist of cleanliness peers her true highness in wet robes and strawberry hair
Into the depths of wonder where her closest maid went and what of her locks - there.

"Caroline, Caroline.... where are you my dear?! I need you now, in my chambers
- I'm cold and I'm bare!!"
But as far as the walls could carry the voice of Angels it was not far enough to fall upon the desire of these two bodies & souls.
For they locked as one on this night of oddities
And forever I am bitter for reasons I cannot show properly.

The mind takes me far and distant, but won't allow me to forget that night
I was to give the Queen a message of my departure, but all ended in plight
Because not only did she find her servant in the arms of her messanger
But she realised I was a dreamer and all faces resembled Jessica.

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John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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