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I Am Not Of This Earth
by Philip F De Pinto
I am not of this earth
Not of this earth
Nor ever shall be
Given my mother ( so called ) will see fit
Never to have me set foot
On this earth - this earth!
But she will have bartered birth
For a good slim figure
Thus for the slimness of figure
I will not be of this earth
Not of this earth
Ever to set foot on
But to be interred as quickly
As I was conceived
In the earth - in the earth
Which is my true mother
And not the quack who conceived me
Which it is my lot never to wean
At her breasts nor ever set foot on
Or dance jig upon her tummy revisioned back to slim
And only to kick - kick the thick inner lining of it in mild protest
Nor is it my lot ever to set foot on this earth
But to land on its tarmac
Like a plane lands on its belly
Save in my case I will be landing
On my back and touching down upon her
In ways not having to do
With feet nor tires - but mine
Is a sliding and burning and horizontal
Story as ever was laid out
And set blazing from the get go
01/18/2013 Author's Note: this tale was not conceived to offend any but to impregnate, merely to impregnate a ponder-ance and perhaps even a regret.
Posted on 01/18/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
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