Erotica

Call me an oppressor;
I slurp the shame like dick
sucked by the women I watch
especially when it stops being sexy
(flip to a poem about the trail of tears)
enough guilt in my ancestry
to melt any erection.
Turn ons:
Getting caught in the act.

I seize opportunities for guilt.
As a vegetarian, I am first to volunteer
at the chance to kill an animal.
As a white man, I rush off
to post-colonial Africa
where the old men call me boss.
Turn ons:
Ethical S&M.

I ache to feel the suffering
of everyone who suffers
for me.
Turn ons:
Master / slave roleplay
Surrogate rape
Impotent compassion

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Tue 21st Jul 2015 16:26

A virulent sense of sarcasm, highly effective. There is nothing simple about this poem; more like milk and vinegar in a mixer (which result has many good uses in everyday life.)

I presume an 'ancestry' of pillage and rape, like almost anywhere in the wide world of war. It sure doesn't pin you down.

<Deleted User> (6895)

Sun 22nd Feb 2015 18:51

Clever,honest and humorous.xx

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