I just realized I never posted a poem to Hotsuma!
Ok, kids, here you go....
Unused condom
Lying
In the gutter, on a frigid morning.
Hermetic wrapper intact, grime encrusted,
Gleaming in the first rays of a bitter dawn.
A tightly wrapped parcel of promise
Wasting away in filth
Like a pimped-out teenage hooker
Or
A junkie professor without tenure.
Ok, kids, here you go....
Unused condom
Lying
In the gutter, on a frigid morning.
Hermetic wrapper intact, grime encrusted,
Gleaming in the first rays of a bitter dawn.
A tightly wrapped parcel of promise
Wasting away in filth
Like a pimped-out teenage hooker
Or
A junkie professor without tenure.