I ate your spinach
because it was there
and you, like an anorexic rabbit,
ignored it, and motioned to my plate.
You said,

How can you go on
living like a priest
in a *******?
Temptation after temptation,
yet still you stay celibate,
your tissues clean of *****,
your hands folded above the waist,
as calloused as your traveled feet.

When does the bird fall it's offspring from the nest
in a spring with a shortage of worms?