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cicada poem # 17

cicada poem # 17

my backyard is shrill with sex
no it ain’t no coffee kletch
all the guys that fill the trees
are shrieking git me with their knees
locust ladies loose their thongs
choose the studs with shrillest songs
such a skirl of sound is ringing
lustful lassies come awinging
join in great gigantic ceilis
with the wonkiest of the wailies
does every adam grasp his annie
every frankie frig his fannie
every stewie smooch his jill
till finally the trees fall still
surely some unlucky boys
who have not made successful noise
must practice their seductive screeches
if they hope soon to ease their breeches

2013 Jacqueline Jackson
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