That Guy On The Side Of The Wooden Door Poem by RIC BASTASA

That Guy On The Side Of The Wooden Door



what is it that he takes pride of?
why are the girls running after
him?
does he hold the key to liberty?
is it the key to the door
of our puberty?

fool, don't you get any
sex education at all?
it is not the key, it is that
blunt something
that he calls his thing
and it is not like your
clock that is ticking.

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