I come to you now unclothed, unwashed and unabashed,
This is my barest, lowliest, truest self,
With wanton passions brimming, ogling with animal intent
This is me wallowing neck deep in the sweet but unctuous tar pit
One thing I enjoy about reading your poems, Eddie, is that there is no beating around the bush, you get right down to the point in all of your fine poems! This intriguing write is no exception. It is very descriptive of the underside of life, far from the spotless penthouses of the wealthy who essentially engage in the same practices as we more average folks do though they pay more for such services. I loved the phrasing in most of your lines, especially your final five lines in this terrific poem. Carl.
I love the way this was presented. The structure is a complement to the words
of this piece. The words flow together very, very well indeed. The focus is purely
singular. I find no limitations here at all. I wish all such written pleadings had
such coherence and quality. I like it very much.
GW62
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