I tried not to be too obvious
adjusting, my package on the train
hand in pants, nonchalant
those in therapy, remain
No way to do it publicly
without gasps, or ridicule
underwear in a bind
nothing left too do
Avert your eyes, as you must
wearing my business suit
briefcase that won't hide
yes, the point, is moot
Mother's cover babies eyes
grandma eyes wide, and agape
fathers, brothers, sisters riled
no way, I can escape
as everyone, and anyone's
sensibilities, now defiled
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
I tried not to be too obvious
adjusting, my package on the train
hand in pants, nonchalant
those in therapy, remain
No way to do it publicly
without gasps, or ridicule
underwear in a bind
nothing left too do
Avert your eyes, as you must
wearing my business suit
briefcase that won't hide
yes, the point, is moot
Mother's cover babies eyes
grandma eyes wide, and agape
fathers, brothers, sisters riled
no way, I can escape
as everyone, and anyone's
sensibilities, now defiled
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