spread-eagle on the table
no paper pants (or dignity)
she stirs the hot pot slowly
too long between visits
a guns and roses ear-worm
welcome to the jungle
grinning and bearing
ripping out the lush garden
for patterned baldness
later, the pain is
distant as I praise Jesus,
on the Brazilian hill.
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genius. i love the ‘praise jesus’.
Lol sas very clever. The trials of womanhood…
You are hilarious! No man would ever do what we do for beauty….
And to think you once criticised people who put poetry on blogs, eh?
@ess jay you first buddy
@mls i am so complex
Praise Jesus indeed!!! If only it wasn’t so expensive.