Yet, You Wave the Profane Flag
If you've not a thing to say,
Yet, you wave
The profane flag
Of beguilement, and
Frenzy,
Just to dress up
Breasts that sag
On the erred
Whore of our
Culture,
When she really needs
A bath...
...It just ain't happening,
Honey...
Your approach just
Makes me laugh!
If your trying to sell
Me boredom...
...Things I never
Dreamt I'd need...
You will find that I'm
Immune to snares...
...There's plenty
Chicken-feed
To go around for
Loyal lemmings...
But I won't
Be stocking up.
...Better find some
Form and substance!...
...There's a stink
Comes from your
Cup,
As the brew you
Forged has turned
To poison
Without proper
Care...
...If there's nothing
To your
Panorama,
What black art
Steers me
There?...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
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