i’m a communist lover; i redistribute the wealth.
liquid pearl between my thighs,
a treasure chest,
no one deprived.
grasp equal handfuls for yourself.

one cannot yoke and claim me with a ring.
collectivists, share forbidden fruit
of my mother’s labor.
it’s not my habit to exclude:
no prole to ban, no rule of kings.

you have nothing to lose but your chains.

i’m unashamed;
the lot of you can
stake your claim.