spare the rod, spoil the man
I used to turn a man's head
by grasping his ears and twisting
until he could see his own ass
was split similar to mine
No need the panting
tongue and shrill whistle
common to hindsight
Each time understanding
failed with the light in his eyes:
I counted that victory until I realized
the seed of more than one man left the garden
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