The Front
Your eyes look out right through me
Looking your way, so to speak
So you see
What you must say, say facing me
With tongue and lips not weak.
Put me up and now see you
Putting someone down; it's easy
Without a clue
Around the town, back on the farm
Making your women queasy.
At battle's edge you'll find me
On either side, I am the same
I still must stand
Where soldiers died or be removed
Becoming mame.
Your sex engorging c-c-come to me
Standing out, all pink all red
Prevent my pee
And you can shout, pout, blush-quake-moan
For me, released when in your bed.
I bring the seasons many
Whether or not you like it
Days to be
Wet and hot, never before any
Like me, I can't anymore won't anymore don't want to stop it.
But if you look and see me from the other side
That's not me looking back
So you decide
How you must be, just needing me for nothing?
Oh no, you know the one thing, that's really something that you lack.
Copyright © David Lasoff | Year Posted 2005
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