Tuesday, July 22, 2014

POEM: "A Thousand"

A Thousand

I hardly knew how to begin this poem:

I was a young sausage in a butcher shop
Just a little lamb chop lightly seasoned

Disembodiment to be expected
Sure she handled me like meat

Now I’m old enough to get that look
When I show a pretty thing my look

Maybe I should stop the drooling now
Funny a thousand fucks come to this

It'll happen to you, so pay attention.

© 2014 Rob Schackne

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