Why don’t I stop thinking about women?
Why don’t I stop thinking
Why do I feel this foolish
for you sweetheart?
It is about the right of all
to be found,
not the right of the few
to be lost against the tides
of mankind’s lust for value-
for I have nothing to give.
It is about the right of all men to be
able to make it, not the right
of the smaller-sexed to ask for it
to be a longed for expressionismed
folk-art. It is about time
I said I will be able when the times
comes to it but now I forever will
be allowed to make it to
the renter and the voyeur
is near to the finishline
of the journied leer’d
forsaken jottings of the scribed
epithet about the right-of all women
to be allowed the one-up-man-ship
of sex before love.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2018