“WE’RE LEGAL NOW.” a poem December 4, 2019 (Wednesday) KARAOKE DAY.
Me and my baby. Now, we’re fitting
“I’m your Daddy.”
She knew SHE WOULD,
Be someone’s “baby girl,” but she waited pretty long.
It’s like incest,
But LEGAL IF you wait and are strong,
And have the conviction (that) THE RIGHT ONE WILL COME.
Your dreams WILL come true;
“LAY ME ON YOUR TUM,
For, I’M ALSO YOUR BABY,
So, you’re my mummy too.”
She LOVES being my mother;
IT’S ALL (wonderfully) NEW.
It’s ALMOST like incest; these things we couldn’t get away with before,
Are just so perfect, now.
WE WANT MORE,
Of “the so called perversions we were denied, when The Earth had form.
NOW, IT IS AMOROUS, and there is no “norm;”
“BAD boy, I love you; your mummy’s watching you.”
“BAD girl; oh, yeah. Our bed’s OUR JAIL FOR TWO.”
(Moral) There’s just US, an “incestuous pair,”
LEGAL and BARE.