Poems from JacksonRourke
Her lover enters through a little hole
pierced in the crutch of her arm
and when her lover enters
her tongue fashions
coarse whispers.
...
Her lover enters through a little hole
pierced in the crutch of her arm
and when her lover enters
her tongue fashions
coarse whispers.
...
Their outcries are snuffed by corruption,
By power, and by corporate greed.
Their hair is grabbed, their noses pushed,
To the washing...