Much Maligned
Oh much maligned pump,
pristine place of flow and thump,
rest not for I will surely die if you do,
no seat for my emotion,
no womb for my desire,
just a place of pump and thump and blood..
bleed all of those who would do me harm,
place your bloodless souls upon the pyre
of my angry, aching, soul,
fouled culpret of my desire,
linger not within the arms of whom?
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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