" SEX "

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The title says it all.. its what we all want.

Submitted: April 11, 2007

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I wanted some answers to why sex is every where, so large.

So I went to the corporation, the C.E.O of what society thinks.

Talk to the head bitch in charge.

"Well hello!" she said as she shook my hand. "Have a seat"

She was dressed, red leather, blond, red lip stick and reek of sexuality from her head to her feet.

She sat in front of me a pond her gold trimmed desk.

Moistening her lips she draws in close, looking me in the eye.

She says softly, "I don't need to know your name, to give you the why."

She adjusted my collar, releasing the top button on my shirt.

She says "let me explain." While sliding off her desk fixing her skirt.

While dragging her finger, she walked around her desk.

To a black leather chair she took a rest.

Pulled out a cigarette that she gathered from her breast.

I cleared my throat as she lit it.

And said "let's cut to the shit."

I asked, "why the naked women and men now on movies and TV".

Can't we capture the essences of human romance without what I see ?

She responded simply "but I sell"

Quickly I asked, "The music it's not about the sound that you feel."

You can't hear with your eyes, so what's the deal  ?

Again she replies "but I sell"

So I asked, "My kids toys, cloths and even the food they eat."

Why be splashed all over it ?

Blowing smoke she says, "but I sell"

"To telling the weather now on TV." I say.

Her responds again, "but I sell."

Frustrated I voice, "schools, and beauty pageants to celebrity stars."

Hell, your even there on advertisements for selling cars !

She only returned with, "but I sell"

Then after a long drag from her cigarette she says, "You see honey, I'm the vote that society has made."

A trillion dollar meal ticket speaks very loudly today.

And I'll continue to be the image they want to see.

Because I sell.

Puzzled I say, "Dam if I don't title poetry without you, it probably won't get read."

She stands up, putting out her cigarette saying, "maybe now you'll believe what I've said."

 

 

 


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