Whet Phingers Poem by James McLain
Whet Phingers
Leave it up to him
to spoil
our whet dreams.
One after the other's
some strange smell
his this or another
that he's read.
Leaving
it up to him
to spoil another
whet dream.
If he can't have
you'rse
he will
leave it ruint
for you
and our dreams
I have read
and left alone.
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