C for Control

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Cramps my style
Overseeing every move
No lesser than abuse
Terrible is hatred 
Resulting from domination
Oh! I'm no motor
Let me live, free



Comments

Unknown said…
That was short and sweet on 'C'!
Best wishes,
Anna
Anna's Cats
Aug 4, 2010, 3:13:00 PM
Linda said…
Like your riff on cramps.

Linda
ABC Wednesday Team
Aug 4, 2010, 5:47:00 PM
Roger Owen Green said…
Brought to mind Janet Jackson's CONTROL.
COOL.

ROG, ABC Wednesday team
Aug 4, 2010, 6:56:00 PM
Vinay Leo R. said…
lovely acrostic Vibz :)
Aug 5, 2010, 11:19:00 PM
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