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What's In Your Closet? Nick Romano's poem poses more than one question...
Perverted intentions
Go unmentioned
Deviant thoughts
Better off bought
Keep it to yourself
Or burn in hell
Fight what comes natural
Attaboy, attagirl
You can do it
Suppress that shit
No one wants to know
What makes your juices flow
Cocks in frocks
and riding crops
Toys of a different kind
Strap on toys
and rubber boys
Satiate your troubled mind
Porno tapes and
credit card dates
However you unwind
I'll look into your closet, and see what I may find
Judge your neighbor
That's what he's there for
Judge your girl
Judge the whole damn world
But never you
You're pure and true
Nothing to see here
You're so normal dear
But what is normal anyways
In these fucked up times and days
Cocks in frocks
and riding crops
Toys of a different kind
Strap on toys
and rubber boys
Satiate your troubled mind
Porno tapes and
credit card dates
However you unwind
I'll look into your closet, and see what I may find
© Nick Romano is a clever poet Gracie bumped into at MySpace ~ she recommends that you bump into him there too. His writings may be found in his MySpace blog.
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