Ms. Contralto's Burlesque of Love
“Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish ways
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I’ve been through the mill of love
Old love. New love..
Everything but true love”
Her voice rang aloud, as she sang about, the desires and plights..
..of this tangled crowd.
From the stair well, where me & my peers dwell, I observed her view.
Knowing her words were true..
I briefly wonder.. what is the difference between those..
Who chiefly wander the four corners of the earth
Or those seated in the four corners of your church
And me.. who saunters to her perch
On the corner of my turf.
It’s plagued me forever, although I vaguely remember
A time when the answer was clear –
Common decency
Although recently I’m coming frequently
To the conclusion that each women and each brother
Is no different to I.. we’re a synonym for each other
I’ve seen the crowds, those obscenely proud
So they’re keen to shroud.. proof of my service
I’ve seen the brooding loners and the feuding ogres
Who thought they were hard, but weren’t even close
..til they sought for my card
Even coppers who chose to stop all my shows
On the grounds that I wasn’t “properly clothed”
But once off duty they crossed shrewdly
To me.. mouths a froth rudely
Meaning a strip search is just a perverse excuse
To get me to strip first
Keep your lips pursed, for what’s too brash to state
Could commence a mass debate
On why grown men masturbate..
On their own when they’re shown ten
Scantily clad objects.
There’s a rant to be had consisting of why
Men candidly spend hours away from family & friends
With me.. demanding I tend
To their perverted needs.
Your body is a temple
That probably would tremble
At the thought of what my hobbies do ensemble
My body is a temple
Where oddities assemble
And modesty resembles
..the quantity of coins in your pocket
But the loins of the topic
Are that your drawn to my logic
Because you graduated the university of perversity
With flying marks, and while your trying hard
Nervously.. to hide your prowess
Your drawn to preserving me
I’m your dirty little secret..
..but I’m worth keeping
Cause on your worst weekend
I’ll be the first you seek and..
I’ll love you.. for the right price.
We’re all bestowed a voice
And as we grow our choice
To either glow and hoist
Ourselves to high positions
Or cry and listen
To those who sky and glisten
Ms. Contralto’s vocals remind me of my decision
..I am the lowest voice.
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