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a poem by Zach King-Smith (1 of 2)
Done Chasing Skirts
i have
always
loved
women's
thighs
the most
and
maybe
Freud
was
right
about the
bestial
call of
the wild
in the
cock &
balls of
the mind
but i'm
done
chasing
skirts
to make
a home
in another
pair of
thighs
seems
impossible
leave me
high & dry
it's easier
to shut
the casket
when
nothing
gets in
the way
always
loved
women's
thighs
the most
maybe
Freud
was
right
bestial
call of
the wild
in the
cock &
balls of
the mind
done
chasing
skirts
a home
in another
pair of
thighs
seems
impossible
high & dry
to shut
the casket
nothing
gets in
the way