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Touch Screen

Touch that screen Touch that scream Can you hear Can't you hear The women scream It's the hand on the pussy Of a beauty queen So quiet Does she purr Beautiful machine It's not a purr Not a purr It's a scream I do here I do hear I am listening I am Dodd-Frankly my dear He don't give a damn

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James Swartz

Date: 7/17/2017 11:14:00 PM

Ok. This is my new favorite poem. The flow. The words. The subtle meanings. Perfect. I really like it.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 7/19/2017 8:24:00 AM

It was a perfect rage :) thank you so much kind poet! xomo

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 2/14/2017 12:49:00 PM

Very compelling poem, Maureen. I thought I knew all the politricks he was doing, but this one got by me. Ty for dropping the knowledge, dear. I would categorize this poem as a Dramatic Monologue, that's just my opinion. I love the truth-telling poems the best. This is top-notch poetry, no doubt about it. Love it. Much love and hugs to you, lady.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 2/14/2017 1:05:00 PM

Thank You dear! "Politricks" must be your next write please. Pretty please. (I should check to see if already) xomo!