Pound Of Pristine Flesh

Pound of flesh, pound for freedom
When I crush him in my arms
To fly away to a cute kingdom
Where we no longer feel undue qualms.

Pound of flesh, pound of freshness
When we entwine
To fly away to planet happiness
Where to our hearts' content we dine and wine.

Pound of flesh, pound of fun
When we osculate
To fly away to earn a tenderness tonne
Where love fun we inaugurate and fete.

Pound of flesh, pound of fuss
When we no longer oscillate
To fly away on our bliss bus
Where love fun no one can emasculate.

by John Sensele

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