MOMMA, PLANT THOSE COLD WET LIPS
ON MINE, AND WATCH AS THIS ICE
CREAM MELTS TO THE FLOOR, ..
MOMMA, ONE MORE KICK TO THESE
KNEES, OR FEET, AND WATCH AS
THIS FOOL BEGS FOR MORE.
SHE LOVES ME,
SHE DONT,
SHE LOVES ME,
HAY, , , , WHERE ARE YOU GOING..
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/momma-2/
