“Mrs. Mountstuart Jenkinson, wishing to make a clear and perfect picture of human grace, said that Sir Willoughby Patterne had a leg.” G. K. Chesterton, Trifles
Something’s poking out the pocket
Something sticking out the pouch
Like a doll’s leg while one’s lolling
In one’s boxers on the couch.
Your offense may go unpunished
(Warns a childish inner voice)
Yet there’s courage in disjointing
Lower limbs in girlies’ toys.
Mind crimes are the most presuming
When committed by the helpless:
They reveal one’s overriding
Depravation as mere selfness.
Some are torn in their stained boxers
Conscience-stricken on the squab
Try and shove back a slick member
That has its own pulse to throb
Figuring a moral poppet
Crippled by life’s turnabout
Hopping on one silken peg leg
While the natural pokes out.
August 24, 2017
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