At 17 I liked a girl in school
The first to wear hot pants
Olive skinned slender Sicilian Linda
My pal said I was
In love with love
My pal said I was not a eunuch
With fortification and demonstration
I strolled in dapper fashion
To the nearest dictionary
~
No woman ever flung a plate at me
To crash on a wall
The only thing near
Was my typewriter
Discovered mangled
Just one part functioned
A political sticker
Above the keyboard
On Olivetti steel
"STOP THE WAR"
I extracted the bell
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