Fleeing Johnny
(The Flea answers 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 good
vs. 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 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 prick!).
"her, then me, so I can write some sexy verse."
I'm outta here, my friend. You are seriously sick.
And don't ask the spider. He'll cop your purse.
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