Weapon Poem by Lev Brekhman
Weapon
A hidden weapon and not less -
The sperm we're walking with,
Not always bared, nonetheless
It can be used forthwith...
The crimes of passion? Just a part
Of what I really mean.
The rage to act that sperm imparts -
Not only 'put it in'.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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