Fleeing Johnny
(The Flea answers John Donne)
Ok--let's get this straight. Your blood, her blood
in my blood? Can we say crowded, Johnny Boy?
And just forget the question of the good
and bad, that you've been treating her like a toy--
no, forget that. Let's talk hygiene.
Do you have any notion where this girl
slept just last week? I don't want to wax obscene
but just because you run across a pearl
you fancy doesn't mean you've got to reach
out and man handle it. What if she's come
from Madagascar where she lived on a beach,
with sailors and soldiers or some Papist bum?
Are you even listening to me? " Bite us," you asked me.
"her, then me, so I can write erotic verse."
I'm outta here, my friend. Screw posterity.
And don't ask the spinner. He'll cop your purse.
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