All Dressed Up - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
You mean I've been all dressed up,
cologned, nostril and ear hair trimmed,
pimples vacuumed, clean underwear
everything bathed and rinsed inside out
and now you are not coming for me?
I even thought of being your sugar daddy
but now that I see that you don't want to be my slut
does that mean that you want to marry me
and make me a bigamist.
Hm! On second thought I started misting
just at the thought that at first you must be
blinded by love,
and only then you may believe my empty promises
and only then
I can have you?
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