Move an inch and they will hear the hair under your armpits go scrunch
Or the sound your ribs make when trying to avoid the unimpeded adjustments
To your new defensive position, be it the horizontal prone or the vertical stance
Move an inch or so much as a muscle and you risk the more than likely chance
They will launch and all out attack, about the size of your tits or the length of your dick
Far be it of them to actually address and possibly judge you by the quality of your verse
Rather the mock inquisitors will always try to hold your feet to the coals
For the pure enjoyment they derive from seeing you squirm…..
Ah, such are the “Killing Fields of Poetry” where they and their many victims reside….
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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