Ant Smith

All poems

More to life

The back of your neck is a nest
For something creepy
Oozing pus and insects,
It's a little freaky
You read about beautiful breasts,
In the woman's weekly
You press exposed bits o' flesh,
Deep into my belly
And though I'm not so impressed,
You're someone else's mammy
I wonder what kind of mess,
Is that someone's daddy
I guess when all, that's to be said
Has been said
You prove there must be more to life
Than reproductive sex