...you stoop
to conquer
a la The Shrew
of that English
playwright, i know
you know his name,
and i won't ask
you about the
obvious
plain simple
stupidity, but i am not amazed
by this
event,
i have long known
women
49 years, two butts a month
four legs a day
women who love
to kill
lice and women who like
to be licked
with man's old weapon,
who cares now
too late to know
that i am
(be surprised)
i wont say it anymore,
i am tired.
49 years, of dumb
bells.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-late-to-know-that/
