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Butterfly Pin

Guess who? Unclean, lustful, loathsome, obscene.
Ugliest despicable fiend this old world’s seen.

Forget Old Deuce, the culprit’s contrived excuse
to displace guilt and minimise fuss, yes sir, us.

Bear in mind that she’s a picture
to anyone who’d glance,
and they do glance,
they do glance.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?

Guess what? No joke, avarice lurks in all folk,
perhaps a flame they rarely stoke but still they smoke.

And then there’s some compelled by combustion,
flames are fanned by doubt, mistrust and, of course, lust.

As a rule with such a hazard
proceed with all due care,
hearts can flare
as matches flare.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?

You might hesitate, control the urge to pop,
employ some self restraint, wring out every drop.

Don’t forget to keep a close watch
on those of the same mind,
the same kind,
the same kind.
So now that you’ve caught her
do you decide
to pin your butterfly?

© W Cargill