Tuesday, November 9, 2021

I Dry My Armpits for No Man - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/

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I Dry My Armpits for No Man

 

They gather in their thousands, the obedient, the passive

To stand submissively before their master

And wave their arms in orgasmic submission

To leather and braids and electronic erections

 

They gather in their thousands, the obedient, the passive

Marked with the Sign of the Capitalist Credit Card

Eager to buy their overlord’s livery

To yield themselves to his contempt for them

 

They gather in their thousands, the obedient, the passive -

And cease to be

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