The Virile Animal (In honor of Edna St. Vincent Millay)
And to what do I owe this random visit, Male of the Earth?
An iron board, a kitchen stove
One huge pot of food and a massage just for you.
Clothes prim and set upon the bed
And later on it becomes the destined place for open legs.
Complete freedom for you and only partial for me.
Yet you come running because your brain actually knows nothing.
Is what you are.
Is what you weep.
Your only pain is the loss of financial gain
And all you do is break
And, don’t appreciate
The diamond in the rough.
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