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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