- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Seven Meals
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Click hereWe see you, smug in your Bollés,
barely visible through tinted windows,
cruising down tree lined suburban streets.
We see you, laughing with your friends
about the state of the world,
how most of THEM just don’t get it.
We see you, eating your sushi,
washing it down with Stella Artois,
carefully wiping with white linen.
We see you, listening with Rush,
chortling over some inane comment,
meant to enhance your superior ego.
We see you, taking up most of the road,
in your black, freshly waxed Hummer,
turning up your nose at the 90’s model
Honda, heading to that fast food sweatshop.
We see you, cruising the strip,
checking out the street urchins,
wanting that five dollar blowjob.
We see you, sitting in your perfect pew,
singing the praises of one you think anoints
those who drive Hummers and eat sushi
on the backs of those less fortunate.
We see you, capitalist hypocrite,
and for poetic reasons only,
would like you to know,
that we are only 7 meals from anarchy,
and our memories are long…
- COMMENTS
sweet GA peachesover 18 years agobound and determined
to run the well dry
of all ink,
with passion and furry
to an utter bliss,
of mind searching
open-ness
from closed doors, shut.
WRITE.. until the well DRIES,
WRITE !
nice job QP!
-sGp-
My Erotic Taleover 18 years agoI think our community just dropped from 8 dollar blow jobs to five dollar BJ and the working girls go, ooo ooo oooooo
dove sounds like she slurpin <grin> I laughed and yes a few serious lines touched home <grin> nice write QP
