A Little For Andres And David - Poem by Jerry Trimmell
I think Helms and chicken feet
a great torture of knees
rubbing "too senstive" "much sensitive"
it is a dead, hallucinating lucifer
"bless his name, he has been so good to me"
spanked free for certainly not the first time
a young boy's T-cell couint hits fifty
hungry past the gape mouthed years
of incessant squirting and pawing
the senator laughs and adds another
breast to the fire
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