"charmain" poems
CHARMAIN
WHAT ARE WE UP TO
CHARMAIN
IT MIGHT SOUND A BIT CRUEL
BUT THE WHITE PRESSURE GOES HIGH
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
CHARMAIN
WHILE YOU’RE EATING IN THE CANTEEN
CHARMAIN
MY FINGERS ARE TREMBLING
I JUST CANNOT ROLL A CIGARETTE, CHRIST
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
CHARMAIN
A **** IS AN ANIMAL
CHARMAIN
IT WANTS TO HAVE IT ALL
IT NEEDS A **** **** ****
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
CHARMAIN
YOU’RE NINETEEN YEARS OLD
CHARMAIN
I’M GETTING BOLD AND OLD
BUT JUST ONE GLIMPSE OF YOUR BLACK EYE
AND I FEEL HIGH
SO WHY DON’T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT
THANKS FOR THE SMILES YOU GAVE ME
THANKS FOR THE EYES YOU HAVE
IT MADE ME FEEL AS IF YOU LIKED ME
IT MADE ME FEEL RELAXED
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 4:44 AM UTC