The HumanraceA Poem by BacchusYou in?
Women are not numbers
Of scales Car models Subjunct to their trunk Shaped Not loot Or booty Flesh gives way Cry, you, a river? I find God because now, She's fat Hosea was THE chosen Harlot was also the man so let the "s***s" Serve the God Or were they looking For love in all the wrong places- Like the number- score to 10, Car model, You attached to her tit And A Or when we Are born by the Spirit After the water You want to emerse Me in too Chalk up your now " Spiritual " score Has your heart really Changed? Rebaptize yourself Your wife? Your crew? Hornets nest, flies swarm No sting, no bites Here come the gnats Wasn't the king of Egypt one? No gentile, no Jew But I still am defined by Fellowship Askew. © 2019 BacchusReviews
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