Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Statue of Limitations



Fatuous assurances that you’re okay
won’t make it go away,
now that your life attracts a splay
of epithets all braying an array
of every kind of rudeness
including lewdness.
.
Untold humiliations
have continued to amass
since that damned ass
who’d carved you up said that you
were the very incarnation of a Statue 
of Limitations –
.
at any rate, of his.
Oh to know the nature of the biz
employed by that divinity sans arms
with which she even now disarms
her Louvre viewers with her charms –
that dame from Milo, Venus!
.
If you hadn’t lacked a penis,
you suppose, or if you’d had a nose,
or if there were no foot with toes
protruding from your head 
it might a tiny bit reduce your dread
of knowing nothing better lay ahead.
.
.
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