So let me write a poem
                 about sex & the poor
                 the lack of privacy
                 the candid gaze        
                 is it a wall poem
                 everybody cares
about satisfaction
about satisfaction
                 they reach their climax
all shout together
all shout together
                 since the opposite
                 makes life miserable
                 is it a childhood poem
                 a hole in a bucket
                 the village waits
                 the last procreation
                 there is much discussion

 
I am so touched by the honesty of this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you for listening dear Claine
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