Fetish

The little toad across the street,
Who goes to work each day to do
What he is told, and spends
His weekends being led from
Flower shows to boutiques by
His wife, the man who owes for
Home and car and fishing trips
He didn't like, has bought a .38.
Staring at it, full of pride, he knows
He now controls his life. The clerk
Inside the store was right: the gun
Has made him free.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-03-01 at 16:09

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