Dress up real fancy, go out to an upper crusty snooty place
where they pay attention to everything, but
dwell in nothing, and do this:
Strike up a very engaging conversation with your partner, when
the conversation and rimming is perfecta in all the
hush and quite, cut a greasy one, loud dramatic, with no intention other than to see how uppity crusties pretend
the bean soup is not really running down the skirt or pants.
Move the gluts around a little, kinda grind them into the
crushed velvet a little, the more riskkay the better, like some thing is clingy but just wont let go.
Then where they can hear you,
remind your partner they they have to
return the rented drawers the next morning or loose the deposit..
A real blue blooded upper crust will....
B) ...think you are famous and have their
kid come get your autograph....
C(...will you hear one ask the matri-dee if they
can some of what you are having..
D(...or find the rare one who knows what you
are doing and brings you over into thier table..and
after dinner go to the Oprah and do it some more..
E) ...or are you really just a coward and the thought of
this just gets you to excited..but you deny
it is poetry..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem