This Poem Needs a Refrain
Michael Brownstein      This poem needs a refrain,
a homeland, a hat, a hand job.
This poem needs a vagina

 
muscled with teeth,
venus fly trap lotion,
battery acid lubricant,

 
someone to set a tongue on fire.
This poem needs a water bed,
perfect teeth and perfect hair.


This poem is not a bottom feeder,
a handhold, a hand to hold.
This poem needs to refrain.