| Wanting |
| In the petrified town She wears a frown An empty maiden Pregnant with verse, Rejection laden Living cursed. Rich with self And mental vigor, Impotent luck, That tragic fuck! And impatient liquor. Words come quicker Than able suitors And even the words, Like bandits and looters Are cause for alarm, Inducing harm. The books are read, The dog has been fed. What a perfect waste, Of a queen-size bed. |