Friday, April 19, 2013


The phallus and fecundus were the Roman
currency he said, and some might say, not he,
the cock and cunt but who could ever be so
crude? He was outrageous yes but quite erudite,
in his snow white curls and plump pink cheeks,
and he then gave a dissertation on the
Hittite worship of Hepatu, the sun
goddess, in Hattusa, Anatolia,
and afterwards tried to hit on the sweet
young Lithuanian lass at the bar.
She was far too nimble for him. Oh yes.

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