Sex.

This poem or whatever it may be doesn't live up to any conventional standards Of course not that it was written in that context It just sort of appeared after a bit Likewhen I was talking 2 Jon

Sex.

Love is lusting
Love is trusting
Love is thrusting.

Minus two
if you do-
But know
that Sex
is a vex;
A curse
for the worse.

A voice
without choice.

Indeed,
to lope
and cope.

Pulling the pieces
Through nephews and nieces.

Making mingle
be single.

Singular-
Like the word unheard.

But those
who speak
are weak.

Just f**k
and with luck -
The Sun
will shine
Devine.

But those who care
will spare;
Those who live
will give.

But what is life
without Sex?

A goddamn vex.