The Professional Poem by James McLain
The Professional
Processional, cocked, locked,
loaded, gallons for justice bust, all
is six 'feet 'two 'four inch are heals,
which squeals
shrill cut gluttonous oinks,
from her house, pet pigs.
Succeeded hearts long cork screw tails,
tweaks evenly one heavy man.
Her worlds invisable to all, still his
this most lovely man, that can't be hers.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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