Not Really A Poem, But Maybe A Reassurance?

Sleep well with your creamed corn

And suffer not the bitches at work

Have no desolation

Because desolation is not for the beautiful

It’s for the ugly

Take the candy from strangers

If you must

Don’t be afraid to beg

If you lust

Only human, only woman

By God, young and ready.

And wrapped in a curtain you’ll tumble to sensibility

Just you watch

Hammers chafe, but they’ll pound the nail.

Any idiot who would not make time for you

Is desolation not for the beautiful

It’s for the ugly

Even if he had big hands

Or a perfect dick

It’s for the ugly

The only thing you can’t help

Is the person who you desire

Check the face of your dog

Feel the wind in your hair as your legs pump the pedals

Touch yourself under the desk and think of after work

I’ll be there when you need me