by Jeph Johnson
a springboard
splattered spectacle
of unity undecided
beauty astroglides
refined beyond
dainty fantasy
and resides inside
the mindless cries
of the tattooed bartender
who won't get
his foreskin pierced
because he won't
be able
to have sex
for two weeks
I like this poem.It has a humorous ending.I like the story.Are you describing a bar or a nightclub?Please critique on or more of my poems.