TIMELY-FREE-LOVE-FIND
When Rebecca West met H.G. Wells
the latter had long before heard wedding bells.
Yet free love was in lovely Rebecca's air
and H.G. - though married - was breathing there.
How novel, how novel, his time-machine.
It might have taken them back to what could have been.
But what could have been sure was to be.
Never mind the wife, for love was free !
THE-REALLY-NASTY-NARCOTIC-
HABIT
You are a Faustian Mephistopheles.
A servant of the Lord of the Flies no less.
And you are a purely evil disease.
You are a contact for soul-selling contractees.
Each poor man an island of self-savageries
when the habit brings him to his very knees
and he pines for the cruel needle-point's firm press.
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