Jimmy Inlow Poems

My favourite moment, our evening drill,
Begins with our climb up the steep wooden hill,
Like two little monkeys we jump into bed
We share the same pillowcase head touching head,
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Prescribed what we may read or watch
And who be seen or heard.
And if we seek non-sanctioned thoughts
The books we need are burned.
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The first of the women in me...
....is
Going places, burning traces,
Making faces, tidy laces.
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I hate your constant bleating,
Competing with my heart,
Drowning affirmation,
All comfort ripped apart.
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There once was an ugly youngster.
Wearing clothes that his mother had bought.
And the girls he met would frown and fret.
Then leave him all distraught.
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I delved into your profile, sensitive soul

You reveal so much it makes me shake
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