They kissing on the streets
And I seeing
The drama of Left politics
And politicking.
On seeing them kissing shamelessly,
I trying to avert my gaze,
But they kissing not,
But showing it
To the media lensmen
And they taking the snaps.
I grumbling within,
Son, kiss you,
Your father never could he kiss in the public
And you kissing,
Improvising the best opportunity.
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