2018.09.15.
It, or the philandering misfits
There are those who do itstaring at the ceiling
or counting the flies
on the pedestal table.
There are those who do it
thinking of money,
and those who just don't think,
because it's too tiring.
There are those who do it
wondering why they bother
and those who do it
as if they were wooden.
Those who start to stutter
in the middle of it
and go wondering later
why they bred quintuplets.
There are those who do it
singing a song,
counting the beat,
stomping their heels.
There are those who do it
remaining somewhat aloof,
just because it's the only way
to beget children.
Those who during it
utter violent screams
so that the neighbours think
they're having a good time.
There are those who do it
without passion nor desire,
because that's the only trick
to lose some serious weight.
There are those who do it
to beat records,
all those whose charms
are but a guest book.
There are those who do it
using accessories,
requiring a trumpet
or maybe a seesaw1
Those who, as the whole
business is already over
ask themselves when the whole
business is going to start.
There are those who do it
not for the sensation,
just once a year
for social benefits.
Their eye is sad, their neck taunt,
the philandering misfits.
They do it in their trench-coats,
the forbidden fruit misfits.
'cause all those to whom
it doesn't do any good
can't stand all those
to whom it does some.
- 1. the French only means 'swing'
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