Words

The words they are bothering me.

I’m afraid of them

They invade my privacy

Watch me as I touch myself

As I think like you and become you

As I favor your scent

and forever I remember your gaze

They define me

My ass as an American

A freedom giver

Blow-job receptor

I beg with them

To let me go

But they put me in shackles

bound me to the walls

as wicked ones rape me of my daydreams

She sucked the daylights

Out from underneath my bloody arse

and all I have to say

is

“Out damn word! Out damn word!”

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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