ACMEpoetry
man-made poetry with after-effects:
Thursday, February 24, 2011
COCKSMAN
When I was a carnal
breath, they held me off with garlic.
What I thought I had I gave it as a priest
might give a blessing.
My religiosity? - I thought they'd crave it.
But any rooster made a better cleric.
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