A chip off the old block I am,
No regard for propriety.
Society's rules I condemn,
I n'er get up until p.m.
One thing on my mind, that is thee.
As with the rest of Adam's kin,
I am easily led by Eve.
Some say my heart is made of tin,
I merely nod at them and grin.
I wear my lust upon my sleeve.
Man, who has sprung from Adam's seed,
Builders of nations; weakness for her.
For her embrace on knees we plead,
We have such a licentious need.
She is love's grand entrepreneur.
ŠAugust 11, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton
~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~