Well, I've never been a boy before
but I swear I'll work hard at it
I'm a go getter, you see,
I get the jobs I go to get
I get jobs, I get paid, I get
laid
I get jobs, so that's why I'm here
in a clean shirt, in my tightest pants
shaking your hand and waiting for a Yes
or an invitation or an instruction
and sure, I've been spanked
and sucked and fucked and fisted and slapped
but I'm new to this and
I'm new to you and
I'm new like a fresh egg, willing myself
to crack under pressure
and I'm new to this and
I'm new to you and
I'm new like the paper at the end of your driveway,
touched by many, only read by you,
and I'm new to this and
I'm new to you and
I'm new like clay pulled from the earth,
shapeless until I met the right hands and
I'm hoping you're a sculptor.
Please tell me what you think
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Haha, I forgot how much I love reading your poetry because I haven't been on this site in such a long time. I loved it, though. My favorite part was the repetition... made it seem like a song, almost.
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thanks! these days I'm posting more on Booksie.com... I'm "juliejew" over there if you're interesting.
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