Material Girls Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Material Girls



More cars arrive
And it’s a safe bet with loud vane
Women-
That they will buy things and go home
And make love,
Never suspecting the curious toy shed
Of their innocuous plane,
Just happy that the sweat
Comes out perfect,
And they reach orgasm on
Their birthday.
Their only regret is that they might have
All become stewardesses.

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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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