All Seeing Oedipus Poem by Pat Muck

All Seeing Oedipus



I haven't got a nest egg,
I just nest everyday,
in the bosom of blind Annie,
cannae see but she say,
'oh son I love the way your ear tickles my nipples,
I feel stronger each day'

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