Sex 33 Poem by Ragy Sandid

It’s the same old routine
It’s the same old bore
That’s not what we mean
That’s not what we’re here for

Take the first step, make the first move
Why not change that for once
You ask that I drive the screw
I stay right here and you bounce

Can’t anything be changed
Can’t we make things that are new
Let’s do wild and leave the cage
And discover the world out there for me and you

But it ends up to be the same
Time now to count one, two, three
You have a name and I a blame
The way of world that never sets us free

I won’t look around, birds remain wired
To the same old way they’ve always been
In this job you may get hired the day you’re fired
Or you may rise from the ashes like a phoenix unforseen.