Here’s a new version of the poem I’ve been working on this month, I mentioned & posted an earlier version of, a bit ago.
.: Sex Positive, A.K.A. The F-Bomb ((Make Love Not War)) :.
{Sample:}
“Don’t you want somebody to Love
Don’t you need somebody to Love
Wouldn’t you Love somebody to Love –
You’d better find somebody to Love . . .
. . . Love. ”
{:Fade out}
in the nineteen sixties the Love Generation did more than protest
‘threw panties at Paul, their Mary Tyler’s got a lot of Dick
they blew-out our understandings of what being feminine is
’cause hundreds of millions of females were sex positive
(sex positive . . . )
(sex positive . . . )
{Old, Vietnam Age Father Figure Voice:}
“& Don’t lose faith in that female element, son . . . ’cause–”
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’cause in the middle a’ brutish Vietnam
those Love chicks dropped The “Fuck Me” Bomb
said “Psst; over here son, wouldn’t you rather we be making some Love?
— go bury your guns in the ground,
& Fuck Me till i cum ——–
inside . . .
See, don’t you know where you come from, son?
you come from Two Lovers making Love – – –
Yeah, ’cause Love is Special – ‘specially when Love is True
& anyway, Love is Beautiful – Loving’s gotta be The Most Beautiful Thing We Do
& Love makes us Happy, we’d do it all the time, if we could —
Really, Love is The Best — the Ultimate Good —
& one more tidbit is true:
Loving is a Miracle – *LOVE* *MADE* *YOU*.
. . . so which one will it be:
stalk & kill some guy in the jungle,
or come & fuck me . . .
come & fuck tiiiiiiiiii–ny little me”
& with come hither eyes she leaned forward & gave a fatal look at her tits . . . & with a little kiss, she said,
I Will Make So Much Love To You YOUR DICK WILL FALL OFF . . .
. . . . . .
& she appeared to him as a sex goddess, well
right then & there, his Life was changed
he quit being a G. I. & couldn’t help falling in Love with Jane
provided her a house & name,
always kept up, his Father’s faith,
he strove to provide her cruises & glamour
built her confidence up poundin’ her like a hammer
& when she felt that house had become a Home,
she said after reviewing her budget planner
let’s have a baby,
i want to turn us into a family
— i want THREE
one for you, *TWO* for me
raised up Three Kids, all the right way;
made them upright & happy, thru teaching & thru play
& yknow, each kid thrived, each in their own way
& he told her he Loved her almost every day . . .
& Jane always Loved to hear him say,
“I was blown away by a booby trap, that day . . .
in the middle of ‘Nam – never was the same;
they dropped the F-Bomb
Nineteen Sixty-Seven
Summer of Love
blew us all to Heaven”
& there was news headlines, & news announcements, & news segments, & news conversations:
*LOVE* had won The War On The War.
{Predominantly-Females Chanting:}
“Make Love,
Not War!
Make Love,
Not War! . . .
Make Love,
Not War!
Make Love,
Not War . . . ”
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{Sample:}
One Two Three FOUR!
Well she was
just
seventeen
& you know
what i mean,
& the way she looked
was way beyond compare
so how could i dance with another – oooh
when i saw her standing there . . .
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Updated (late) September, 2015.