Forbidden Fruit
W
e
are out of toilet paper I say!
I’m gonna do my business outside
beneath an apple sapling. That I may
return a little phosphorus and nitrogen
to the soil I have been so content to
rob. And Years from now I’ll know
that some bastard generation grows
yet, sprung not from my
loins, but thereabouts
at least
Copyright © Geoffery Mchugh | Year Posted 2009
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