Wishy Washy

Keep the sheets clean
Then let them wash
Don’t let it dry
Cause it’s a wet situation
Invading her nation
Screams like congregation
This gun was salvation
In need of a holster
Saliva for the thirst
Then something has to burst
As a result of bomb P
Maybe cause of E
Maybe cause of D
Maybe cause of me
The army must pull out, war is won
Who said love isn’t war?
The foolish ones
The ones that can’t do laundry
Especially when it’s dirty
So I wait
The Washer is done
I caress her tenderly
Then we dry, rotating as if Ying to my Yang
Complete each other, big spoon and small
Closed eyes, asking God gently “Cleanse us”
Lust, Fornication and All


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