Second Call Poem by The Poet SPIEL

comes time for noah
to stuff his boat
second time around

i'd recommend he pass
on a pair of anything
that resembles me

i've been such a nuisance
to everything within my reach

sick here sick there
needy for what's not available
weird dude out at whatever i do

one of me
one time around
is more than enough

so the old fart
won't be needing two of me
to follow thru

once the ruckus and rumble
has settled back to a place
where fresh-smelling virgins
and upright warriors

are turned loose
to replenish
this holy space