<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Control Freak</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her father was a control freak. <br>He had to know what she was </div><div style="margin:10px 0">reading and seeing and hearing <br>and whom she was meeting and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hey he said who was that kid I saw <br>you talking to outside school today? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Archie she said he's just a friend who <br>likes the bands I like oh so he says </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her father said you know what he's <br>really after? I'll tell you shall I? she </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hated it when he went on like that. <br>Hated his presumption of knowing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what other's thought or what their <br>deep desires were. He wants to get </div><div style="margin:10px 0">inside your panties that's what he's <br>after her father said and she blushed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and said no he's not he's not that kind <br>of boy oh what you telling me the kid's </div><div style="margin:10px 0">batting for his own team? Huh? Huh? <br>And some other time as she was reading </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a Dostoevsky book he said who's he? <br>some Russian writer? You read the enemy? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What's a matter with good old American <br>writers? Not good enough? She closed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the book and put it away in her schoolbag <br>and took out a battered copy of Naked Lunch </div><div style="margin:10px 0">by William Burroughs and started to read. <br>That's better a good old American writer </div><div style="margin:10px 0">her father said and smiled and sat back in <br>his chair by the fire not knowing the book </div><div style="margin:10px 0">opened out a different world for her and <br>a whole new other kind of deeper desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+Collett">Terry Collett</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527724" data-title="Control Freak de Terry Collett" data-description="Her father was a control freak. He had to know what she was reading and seeing and hearing and whom she was meeting and hey he said who was that kid I saw you talking to outside school today? Archie she said he's just a friend who likes ..."></div> </div> </div>

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