Below is the poem entitled Pulled Pork which was written by poet
Penicaro. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I don't have to worry about it,
the love making,
the doubt behind it's performance.
I'm on pills and that alone has its own
foreplay and routine.
I don't have to hold hands with you
or dry your tears.
my life is not what I do instead it's
what I can be.
even though my job involves throwing
out human waste and sewerage with
smells that could make you vomit
this only secures my passion for survival.
Ive learned to ask
to be rejected
I would not ask if I did'nt need it
but Cesaer renders nothing to me.