An ode to spit's ass - Poems to celebrate spit's rear

[Gooch]

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The Vagabond Trailer Park



She unhooked her black bra
it fell to the floor
joining the piles of detritus
of a week's worth of living

His headlights flashed on
her naked torso
a final greeting
his face a surprised grin
at having caught one final
glimpse of her

The customers come and go
but this one she does for free
he's a poet
who can ill afford her meagre
hourly rate

So he sings for his supper
making burnt offerings
of chili and spicy poems
in lieu of payment

The other ones may pay her bills
but this one feeds her soul
this one she kisses on the lips
saves the ticket stubs from
the Sunday matinee
on the corner of her mirror </center>



(bowing)