Caressing your sweet shape is paradise.
No matter through what dark abyss I crawl,
To have you when I want you is real nice.
Your grainy, faintly powder-dusted touch
And vaguely minty smell when you are fresh
Grow leathery when you’ve been handled much,
Your wrinkled softness wise almost as flesh.
The Freudians have called you excremental.
Romantics say you’re bitter and alone.
But I know you’re just coy and temperamental.
The hard-to-get are pleasantest to own.
I’m satisfied to take you from behind;
It doesn’t mean you have to love me too.
Ignore my passion, I don’t really mind.
I want it all, and that means having you.
On YouTube.
“Liking money
like I like it, is nothing less than mysticism. Money is a glory.”—Salvador
Dalí
Of course,
The lyric is from
I have provided a place for your
Robert MacLean is a bad poet and an independent filmmaker. His The Light Touch is on Amazon Prime, Tubi, Scanbox, and YouTube, and his 7-minute comedy is an out-loud laugh. He is also a screamingly funny novelist, a playwright, a blogger, a YouTuber, a reviewer of films, a literary critic, and a stand-up comic poet. Born Toronto, PhD McGill, taught at Canadian universities, too cold, live Greece, Irish citizen. Committed to making movies that don't matter. No brains, but an intellectual snob.
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