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Where My Things
You’ve got to swing your hips, now. Come on baby…
—The Locomotion/Larry Nored
WHERE MY THINGS
Wear my boots?
Track with my foots -
my feet.
Wear my gloves
with all their loves -
cleaning the tub.
Wear my underthings?
Clings
to you, darling…
Wear my pants
and the ants?
Do the “Locomotion.”
Wear my shirt?
Now that’s overt!
Hand it back!
Wear my socks
and their aftershocks -
hanging by a thread.
Wear my wig?
You’ll get a gig,
tower rappelling.
Wear my ring?
It’s on a string
with my honey’s.
You’ll wear his fists
flying from his wrists -
you’ll meet your Maker!
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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