Lumps Bumps and Lines
what kind of a fool
do you think i am
even though even
i am at court and
court my queen
phrenology by gosh
by golly since when
hitting my head at
age ten on a log
would logically
assume my future
through a feature
placed on my body
after birth so what
of my hand
i would gladly take
yours if you're giving
but these lines liken
towards words that
say and speak
of marks made before
you were born so they
must be some sort
of map but not
exactly and
hard to read signs
pointing to turn
left or turn right
making no
decisions
so i prefer
the toes to
tell what's
told and i
also
love
to suck
and lick
them as un
meltable fine
desserts
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