A Riff On David Wood's To Love Or Not To Love Sonnet Xi Poem by David McLansky

Why must you treat me like the Dane,
Hamlet full of doubts,
You urge me on, you turn me off
I don’t know what you’re about;
I’d like to copulate with you
And thrust you deep within
And ride you like a prize of war,
Your scream above the din;
To take you in an act of pillage
A Viking on the beach
As I ransack your farming village
And plow you as you screech;
I’d like to take you without choice,
You beating on my chest,
Your fallen man beside us bleeding,
As I wildly bit your breasts
There’d be no pleading argument,
I wouldn’t have to beg,
My full weight pressing down on you
As I pried and wedged your legs.
I’d plant my silver seed in you
Quenching my desire,
And pass you to my Viking friends
As we set your huts on fire..