TO AN UNCOY 'MISTRESS'

TO AN UNCOY 'MISTRESS'

A Poem by Glen Fitch

       

    I've met the virtuous
        and they are rare
            and many others seems so,
                but are not.
    (Their words are cool
        and yet their blood runs hot
            to feed the lust
                beneath that pious air).
    I'd like to think I try,
        like most, to do the right things.
            Carnal motives
                you can tell in words and deeds.
            They have their place as well.
                (Have fun and yet be good).
    And then there's you.
        The rumor has it
            you sure get about,           
                so fast and loose and free
        (I hear you love to flirt
            with old or young, a girl or boy)
    but in the end,    
        some how
            you don't put out.
    Why die, dear,
        with the reputation of a w***e
            and never really know the joy?

 

 

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

Monterey, CA



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