FunctionA Poem by Frances ClarkWe don’t know how we stand, Your body can always crack. Unexpected, unreachable, Even shocked.
Protein, lacking in Because it’s not always Easy to consume, And you tell me I should be able to.
In that instance, tell me when I turn pale, It’s only your duty, Your politeness that should suggest Such a function because I may faint.
I would give that pleasure, If it was another one. I don’t mean to be so polite, But maybe you’re too beautiful.
I can turn you away from dying, If you give me the same pleasure Then at least you tried, And I know you would have. © 2013 Frances Clark |
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