Friday, May 11, 2012

A MITT ROMNEY POEM

Seduced,
you begin knocking
thoughtlessly
on a small hatch.

It’s unlocked.

Inside,
no one will guard your bag.

You’re on his bunk,
sailing for an unknown continent,
feeling the intense instability of your p(r)ose.

All day now you’ve been playing with that bruised banana in your pocket
(the one no one will guard
[poking it with your pointer
{hoping to pull it closer}]),
if you could only...

All the other girls are laughing because Mitt asked you where you got that pretty boy.

One of them’s wearing a pirate’s outfit, fingering the tip of her dagger.

The undressed gentlemen are coming together as the hair flies.

O captain, my captain! We’re at the juncture!

Sobbing, you flee to your bed because he pled you to cuddle.

He didn’t mean it…will by no means re-member.

And your family’ll never know
what.

You can’t forget.

It was only a prank.

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