Lover Boy - Poem by RIC BASTASA

You’re like a fighting cock
On a hill

All his concubines
Are the stones
And his hen
Has not laid any egg

He’s got no balls either.
Just bloody combs.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008

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