Ma, my doctor wants to
know exactly what you did to me
he can't understand why I see
what I see
I already told him how you put
it on me
I told him you got me see'n
vertical straight lines
flying thru zig zag designs
you got me circling square blocks
while standing still in a
triangle parking lot
you got me drawing with invisible
paint on a see thru glass canvas
I don't even understand this
because I have the temerity to
call it art
my mind can't start
to understand whats the goings ons
all I know you put someth'n on
me
so please explain
how you worked that thang
so my doc can understand
my erotic pain
I love the way you wrote this poem, it is so perfect. You did an excellent job.
You whipped, I can tell you that you don't need a doctor, see got you whipped, that's a good thang, well sometimes, nice one, made me laugh.
A1