Makes Us Want to Drop Our Pants

We aren’t waiting –

we know there’s no such thing.

But something’s baiting us

to fling our morals out the door:

something more exactingly

provocatively terrible in store

than we can stand as we sit,

smelling it: eternity is selling it

again: infinity packed fat

with kickass powers.

Next up: that unreasonable

season sporting flowers:

the roaring floral sex-life blare

of plants. Makes us want to drop

our pants, pull out our junk,

and dress it up with bling.

We sense the funk

of Spring.

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