A Thousand Whys

In summer they were rock,
a picture poured
of woman wanting,

but men are lazy,
could drive me to ask
a thousand why’s

Is it her play?
& will these drunks
blow through
or licker?

(Friday is magnetic poetry.  The Oracle provided me with a little pun there at the end.)

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