Missing A Love - Poem by Joe Duvernay
Don't give a fart
for reasons coming out of malls
and corporate boardrooms.
Let us work through our unpleasantries!
Let's do, rake in every bit of awe;
the wide pupil sag,
lights eating our lunch for us.
Expect salvos from single spoiled brats' cuts
at anything getting in way.
Not Sandra or Doris. Nothing described as
helpless or putz offered outstretched hand.
Am indeed mam! A quiet, wondering handy man.
Am thinking how nice 'twould be,
all your private parts to see.
Put your hands back there and spread um.
Ah! Send um pictures with the fee.
Poetry, easy enough, complete.
Shan't consider talcum, soap, brush or spoon.
Lie here tasting your wonders perfumed.
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