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If You Come First, Just Clean Up While You Wait Sonnet Forty-Two

In words that never seem to write themselves,
I bandy like a boy who tries to win
His way in girlie pants where wonder delves,
Buts quells with swiftest slap before hes in.

It always happens when I rush to meet
This self-inflicted drama of my clock
I could be calling out for things to eat,
Or on the sofa playing with my cock.

But no, a poets what I have to be,
Who plays with words instead of jerking off,
Im sure theyre those who rather play to see
The which came first: the sonnet or the toss?

So, shoot me if Im come a little late,
If you come first, just clean up while you wait.
Hepcat61
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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