Years of the Itch
i'll never fear your
pelvic beard it's
as natural as
the hair
on my
chinny
chin
chin
so i'll huff
and i'll puff
but i'm not
much of
a gruff
wolf
that
would
blow your
house down
so Norma Jeane
stand over a subway
grate don't hesitate to
let its hot air run up your
legs and puff your dress up
to a parachute so i can fly away
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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