I have
reached
the age
where
[I am
told]
I lust
after
all
the dads.
mmm
Clean
your yards
for me
while
I watch,
daddy.
Build your
wooden
do-hickeys,
and
give me
Your
wood n’ hickeys.
—
I see
you have
gone and
made yourself
some
little yous.
I want
no part
of that
in me.
But,
I sure
will
watch you
raise
your own
atop my
throne
of
free-time
and disposable
income.
So good I enjoy your poetry
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Thank you 🙂 I really appreciate you saying that.
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I took a different feel with this one than my typical style. But, I like how it turned out too.
It was meant to have the simultaneous childishness and detectable adult sexual shamelessness that comes from living a life where people tell you – no matter what you do – your sexuality is wrong.
This piece is a silly “fuck you” to that, and was just plain fun to write.
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