There was a lot of begetting to be gotten,
In those biblical days of yore.
With sexual entanglements experienced.
And less monitoring of it.
Today there is a fascination,
With what is between whose legs.
And the size and freshness of it.
As those who stride with self righteousness...
Seem to pinch a little tighter,
Those corks held snuggly in stiffened butts.
With the hopes that their praises to the Lord...
Will pierce through the heavens.
And those who are no longer virgins...
Will find themselves forgiven for being gratified.
And enjoying the act of sex!
'When did the Age of Bigoted Prudery begin? '
During the time those selected for loans
Were declared to have good credit.
And 'The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas'
Became quite a successful adventure for some.
And I might add,
In the 'Bible Belt'!
Where it is known...
They wet and wear their sheets!
'Isn't that hypocritical?
To both hate and degrade themselves,
By the obviousness of their own actions?
No!
You remember Casper the Ghost?
Cute and mischievous.
A little 'freaky' but amusing as well.
Had good intentions.
But no one understood why he just couldn't stay,
On the other side!
And leave well enough alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A gift of the civilized. I am a complete hypocrite, I can hide Truth with ideas bright. I am cunning, I am civilized, Counterfeit truth I have baptized. Naked truth I can't face, I believe in stylized grace. Of body's beauty I feel ashamed, It conceals in tinsel attire framed. My poem 'I am civilized' partly answers this. When you have time, olease read and comment. CP