14 Oct 2015 – Correct
Long, anxious facebook essays from my friends
in existential angst about their skins.
Politicizing who they stick it in?
Their standard deviations – do they trend,
and are the secret sudsings of the wreck
their heart roils in politically correct,
and will the e-herd welcome, or reject
their choices when the ripe flesh goes erect?
In olden times we walked on “saner” ground
when Cupids’ happy hard-on harp would sound.
Us – frisky to jerk friendly panties down,
and feast upon whatever banquet’s found.
Ignoring all the good sense we were taught,
we’d grab it anyway we could: store bought
or stolen. friends complicit. “don’t get caught!”
the only line we’d give a second thought.