Volunteers Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
Volunteers
You call me good
My writing inspires you
You have no idea
How I love the warm wet tides
The slow crashing waves
Please be careful
I am not the ideal man
Yes I care but no masks!
You want to volunteer
Serve the poor
I want your silk stockings
Garter belts on your thighs
Your high heels around my neck
Your thick eye make up
Red long nails and a pedicure
Sweet saint, can I volunteer with you?
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