Note: I cannot, for the life of me, remember who this poem is about.
On A Pretty Little Thing,
or An Affirmation
You know the one-
She's what you keep your eye on
During the boring lecture.
There's no reason for you to speak
Nor is there a reason for
A poem that is vaguely about her.
But Mr. Bloom says, "Hurry with the kidney,
Butcher! I need to watch her walk."
She puts on her coat, sticking her
Petite breasts into the air,
Adulating form while decrying reason
Only to make you look down,
Stuck under your Puritan Shame
And the well-worn yoke of duty.
It is innocent and would never happen
And the attraction is only fleeting
But she is so damn cute and
You are so damn in love with your own
Pretty little thing.
This is a really good poem Bub.
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