I tug and pull
trying my best
straining every fiber of my hand
my teeth are clenched in rage
and sweat beads from my forehead
stinging my eyes
with salty goodness
then finally a white gold mine
rushes forth from my hand
and into the bucket
lying beneath her utters
that nutures us all
in it's milky simplicity
that makes goats
of us all
little devils
of twisted desires
that does in fact
rock the boat |
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