Comatose, he is
Regular,
Australian in the skin
He has butterflies for wings
He is native to this land
Clean, virgin skin
He loves cut women
And moans into the ditch
Clamours into the night
Loves to lust for the fright
He has clean, virgin skin
A raging body
Saliva, he is
Red, pumping,
European shins
He has serpents, metal wings
Turning blue in this land
Bottled water on his skin
Green grime for his two women
He is sulking
Tempted to choose pills
For tonight, lust, leisure
He has bronzed skin
A tempting body.
Please tell me what you think
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i enjoyed this very much it was a good read, loved the metphore within and i flowed well good job poet *smile*

