the great change

The great change

I have a mask made of plestic glass covers the whole

face to avoid touching my face, of the type dogs, were

not to scratch their ears.

Surgical gloves are must when going to the shop, there

is nowhere else to go.

I don’t think the virus is going away this year or next

we have to ignore it and walk in the park.

Go to the beach swim a little and sit in the warm sand

drinking a beer and hotly kiss a girl.

Either that or sit naked on the terrace waving my cock around

no that it will scare anyone, fart and pee into the town.

I can sing “they are coming to take me away” until the police

knock down the door and take me away.

A smooth cell and no bloody mask “are you feeling better.”

Aa white-coated man asks, they now I’m diabetic and prone

to an angry outburst, but he has a needle for that.

Once there was a law not hiding your face in public, now

It is the other way around.

Many things have changed the padre stand in an empty

Church, there is not an altar boy to seduce, he lifts

up his cassock and masturbates in front of the statue of Christ.

◄ breaking the law

hormones ►

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jan oskar hansen

Sat 16th May 2020 18:44

indeed

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poemagraphic

Fri 1st May 2020 18:07

Sometimes you just HAVE to take yourself in hand Jan.
Po

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Don Matthews

Fri 1st May 2020 15:16

Well I'll be....this says it all....

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 1st May 2020 15:01

Change is the way of the world - not always for the better but somehow we get by. And will continue to do so, I reckon. I like the
contradiction in context about masking the face. Spot on.

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