Sex or Civics or Sequel

in Poetry

a political think piece
or a poem,
a thumbsucker,
on why I stuck her,
in a suite in the Keys,
Oh, please

a boarding house reach
preach the egalitarianism
of an abstract, in then out,
up, then down, while in Rome

with the Vatican over her shoulder
and she, some 20 years older
knew all men as
equal,
but some bolder

and you
young man,
should go home

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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