This Imposing, Foolish Dog

I could lay in bed and make love all day-
my love, I really could.
"I love to make love," she says,
but I knew I could mean it more.

We can make it if we try,
try to climax at once.
When the morning came
she was a sweaty passion,
a juicy lust, a moist want.

And I want!
So I took (and I take)
a woman's keeper,
the forgotten young virgin.
A young man's loins
are nothing to be trifled with.

Don't play with me woman.
Make a lust towards me and
come here.
Sluff off your shiver
and come and make love to me.

The Unowned Thrones

We are regaled by them for many hours
by men who come and go,
so when they come they scream
“sorry I am late!”
and when we go they shriek
“wait, I’m not done yet!”

And there we are left with our faces hanging open-
gaping maws drooling on a piles or recyclable paper
too heavy for even the most qualified of janitors to persuade

And there are our germs left clinging to our thrones,
the ones that no one seems to own
but our lazy, ragged bones.

Paper Money

How much do you lie to yourself?
Does it sting when your pen won't swing?
Do you wallow when your lead is hollow?
Do you scratch and itch
when the tone and pitch
won't cut it for the punks or rich?

I am sure
(but what is my worth)
this all will be solved by paper.
Whether it be cash or print,
my life-long goal
will be in either stint!