He stands like a Michelangelo
Statue of David;
Naked, perplexed
Shoulders - flexed
Abdomen, stretched.
In his **** glory
He carries a pitchfork, a warning glare.
Ready to slay Goliath, with his bare snare.
A symbol of strength, youth, beauty
And I must protect his duty.
For he loved me as the stoat loves the hare.
And I loved him as the poor girl that loves the rich, old man.
I all but food for his stomach
A helpless maiden, haunted puppet.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
He stands like a Michelangelo
Statue of David;
Naked, perplexed
Shoulders - flexed
Abdomen, stretched.
In his **** glory
He carries a pitchfork, a warning glare.
Ready to slay Goliath, with his bare snare.
A symbol of strength, youth, beauty
And I must protect his duty.
For he loved me as the stoat loves the hare.
And I loved him as the poor girl that loves the rich, old man.
I all but food for his stomach
A helpless maiden, haunted puppet.
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