Warlord Of My Freethinking Club

‘Warlord of my freethinking club’,
I dreamt of you again-
snuggled against the rain-
Of unkissed kisses, unbared bearings.

Possessive, Complication meows miffed;
denied entry into my dream,
but I’ve never cared for cats.

Here you become an easy lover
simple, smiling and spirited.
In comfortable company
our tact is quick to join the cat.
Perfect for kissed kisses, bared bearings.

Dreamer wakes myself up
longing for a lungful of reality.
You were a mean moody mess
and I’ve loved all versions of the
warlord of my freethinking club.

Unlike the sycophant version loyalists.

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