Marshall Gass

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
perversely pollinating

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: metaphor

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Couldn't b said better.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved,2 months ago

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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