Toying With You Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Toying With You



First ears: I would like two.
One either side,
I'm not a cubist.
Eyes:
the same as mine
though others have their charm,
however dyed
and all if spied
reveal a soul's design.
A nose:
but often that's the problem part
(there are so many) ,
Lips: both fine and full,
to make a smiling face
to move my heart.
Desire’s ever vigilant
amid the push and pull.
How many of us are consumed,
obsessed, with other,
secret parts,
and private glands
and drool at genitalia,
butt, or breast?
Yet having all the pieces
in your hands
(and none of them impaired)
the real trick?
to find that
not yet rotten spud to stick.

NOTE: MR. POTATOHEAD by PLAYSKOOL ™ now
includes a plastic potato, which says something, doesn't it?

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