B's - Poem by Marshall Gass
Carrying an in-built GPS
Dancing to the suns direction
Sex with pollen, honey
Its a way of life. You try
Jumping on a super fat slug
wiggling her body parts, laying
millions of little wonders
soaked in nectary hexagons.
That's my privilege
thousands and a queen mother
all in a days taking.
You watching. Cannot even dream
such luxury and for safekeeping
an arsenal exists on my reverse.
for those who question integrity.
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Couldn't b said better.
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