When people speak of virtue
they don't speak of the mind
or a heart true
as they would twist belief
through convoluted words
of concern trolling
and fear mongering.
They speak of
genitalia scrolled in gold leaf:
a constrained cock
a damned cunt.
As if
the enforced body cure
ensures a soul that's pure.
Washed white.
Washed clean.
Wash away everything.
7/1/12
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PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
