To crave a boner

To crave a boner
Is a fool's elation
A woman who envisions
Wielding that blazing staff
Driving forward
And then retreating
Should try holding a steak knife to her throat
Tightly
While politely using all the neck muscles possible
Smile
Then frown
Repeat continuously
Until the abrasion becomes a sticky rash
And the frown becomes your solace
And the smile brings you tears
Of course it is grand
Like playing frisbee with a dog
(Which always looks better in the movies)
But there is a forced and empty progress
That relates only to transportation, construction, and weaponry
That makes the bloodhound's eyes weary
And the pit bull's bite mean
It is the things that dreams are made of
When the heart beats strong
Pounding the chest
Looking for a way to beat gravity
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3.1.07