Canto XL

The midwife draws a few vials of your blood,
you look away and answer her questions
about conditions, race and swinging moods.

While I imbibe this valuable lesson
in how to reassuringly do sod all,
to softly pat your arm, whispering, “Well done!”

Next lesson is to bite my lip and stall
the laughter when you turn the ward air blue,
your labour f bombs heard through chapel walls.

You’ll squeeze my hand until no blood runs through
to fingertips that are yet to go to work
in texting out the joyous, latest news.

I smile and try to seem less like the jerk
whose pecker dropped you in this world of pain,
my own role coming with a fair few perks,

a few minutes of exercise and strain,
before the scrunched up face and then the doze.
Oh, what a shoddy piece of work is man

this quintessence of balls and cock and noise.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 21, 2012 @ 00:05:13

    I liked the take on Hamlet at the end.

    Reply

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