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Play His Game

Posted in villanelle by maggie on 2009/05/30
Play His Game

My uncle, he would smile and act so nice --
what child would not be charmed to play his game?

But any girl who played would pay his price
up front (or from behind, to be precise),
his terms, his cards, his cursed brutal aim.

My uncle, he would smile and act so nice,
he'd study you, he'd know how to entice,
he'd know your deepest secret by its name.

But any girl who played would pay his price
and all was his, each untouched unloved slice
of childhood dream to which his guile stole claim.

My uncle, he would smile and act so nice
as though he ruled your private paradise
and tempt you acting him and you the same.

But any girl who played would pay his price,
his winnings from his game of evil vice
of cruel abuse, of guilt and pain and shame.

My uncle, he would smile and act so nice,
but any girl who played would pay his price.

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