Promiscuity Poem by Lev Brekhman

Promiscuity



Into whosever falling arms,
My languid body wants to f...
But is there here any harm?
'S better than to fall in muck.
The picture, here I depict,
Maybe is futurous, indeed.
A certain futuristic mix,
Because for now AIDS forbids.

Monday, November 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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