Burning Bras - Poem by gershon hepner
They don’t shoot horses any more––
do they burn bras?
Is such behavior now a bore?
Have men from Mars
restored the lifting of the boobs?
Have women all
put back the toothpaste in the tubes?
Should men who fall
for nipples now regret relapse
of moral forces
of former feminists? Perhaps
they don’t shoot horses
but I adore
the breasts exposed down to their nipples,
so squeezable by Mr. Whipples.
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