World According To Garp? Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

World According To Garp?



along throngs of lines, the enemy left behind
the frightening aspect of sex on a desk
the enemy wept and wept
the flipped skirt, up, up, it hurt.the worth of her tested
a birth ingested.the infested go away
the preamble sits and plays
all i got to say, is.....
dont babysit i say

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