Manpower Poem by Marshall E Gass

In every sequel to the barstool sits an evening philosopher
chugging beer and crisps dreaming of a damsel
in distress to recue and carry over the raging waters
of a lonely evening. The froth in the next glass
confirms the frenzy of waiting patiently.

I suspect beer drinkers are adept at making plans
to snare the right woman with catchy bylines
and brisk one-liners. Mostly recycled ones work well.

How easily some evade the trap and the cobweb,
sticky as it may seem to, draw the best bosomy ones
into the nectar laden larder of niceties.

They have their own connecting sentences
which, safely guarded, like intellectual property
gets them zooming into a net of naughtiness.

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