D.I.Y. Poem by Jack Lashbrook

D.I.Y.



When the blood rushes to my underpants
and my mind is befogged by lust
I get out my favourite old screwdriver
and buff away the rust.

Thursday, July 10, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: old,lust
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