On primitive roles!

On primitive roles!

A Poem by andrew mitchell
"

fictional muse

"
On primitive roles!
With my club in hand
I pulled your hair,
you liked primitive love,
but heaven forbid,
when you have
jungle fever:
Me Tarzan!
You Jane!
The ropes have withered,
the coconuts are no more!
What swings is old and empty!

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 12, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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