Cuckold - Poem by Sam Watkinson
...And yet as a I walked, I saw...
Life is an ejaculation
caught in abandoned hairs,
dislocated from the body,
underneath damp stairs.
Life is an old cuckold,
slavering in a chair,
sat naked and parched,
with a ruined vacant stare.
You provided, slow children, dirty men,
rotting ideas and concrete designs.
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