Adolescent Hormones… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Look here. Look there?
Look everywhere?
I want a goddess who'll lead me away
from mischievous gypsy camps.
From loose women of easy virtue,
I'm a juvenile leopard changing his spots
but I have a serpentine devil in my pants
with a three-pronged lance
look here. Look there?
Look everywhere?
The whores of Babylon
and the wenches of France
are serving up a biblical Moulin Rouge dance,
in my pants, in my pants
in my pants, inarguable
yet my heart wants romance.