Poems Niederngasse Laura Madeline Wiseman

Laura Madeline Wiseman

the girl with the sex

she was the girl with the sex
the it girl
the child with the bud mouth
the globe fruit
the stars in her eyes
the gold in her hair
she was the girl with the sex
the come hither girl
the moves so easily girl
the five dollar girl
she's my girl
she's your girl

the girl with the sex
carried it back slung
under red canvas
indestructible
organic
she tries it
she taunts it
it's for her pleasure
maybe pain
when she's done
she sets it aside
the girl with the sex
with the sex
not the sex

the girl with the sex
stretched out her back
leaned on the graffiti
bus waiting
the bus man
waiting too
is imagining
the girl with the sex

the girl with the sex
you don't have a thing on her
she don't have a thing on you
or for you
she was the girl with the sex

the guy with the dick

the guy with the dick
the clout guy
the suit man
the paycheck
the meal tab
tall dark and handsome
lean well-built and cool
he is not my guy
or even your guy
but I will fight you for him

the guy with the dick
slouches in his chair
takes pills for
his tonsillitis
assures you
you’d have to had made out with me
to get it
but you do get it
the stick shift
the boys club
the ease to ignore
you're too sensitive
honey baby girl

the guy with the dick
he owns you
he strokes you
you like it
he uses you
the guy with the dick
it isn’t the dick
or the guy
but he has it
it’s you who wants it
he is defenseless
to your charms

the guy with the dick
he struts it
he thrusts it
he pushes it in your face
you melt good
you want it
but you can't have it
the guy with the dick
distracts you
you’d have to had made out
to get it
you get it
but not the guy with the dick