Seeking the Best and Freshest Poontang They Could Get
Loose poontang was all over the place.
Some was sold but most was given away.
The sailors would dock upon these shores...
Many years ago!
Seeking the best and freshest poontang they could get.
And leaving the townspeople with resources...
Some hoarded and most adored for the ease,
This abundance left them...
To feed their sleazy greedy needs!
The critics wished to address,
The freshness of the poontang.
Disclaiming this did not represent...
Images they declared misunderstood when presented.
They wanted it to be widely known...
They are of the self righteous kind!
At least the wanted this kept charaded.
But no one would deny,
The poontang kept their manicured pretentions...
From taking an economic nose dive.
And those who came to taste and marvel the poontang agreed...
This adventure was no different than casinos.
And perhaps legalizing this mischief,
Would increase their incomes and not have their dollars bleed.
And so it was!
Poontang began to lift low spirits.
Thus providing another rewritten chapter...
To raise the stakes.
And erase the already lowered levels of tolerance!
Afterall...
It is about that dollar!
And how to achieve getting it without offending dignities!
Even the gutter can become cherished,
When the status of it is upgraded!
And marketed as such!
Giving it a refurbished quality of class and snob appeal!
Everyone will want to have a piece of it!
And so the gutters too,
Were painted to induce captivating reflections of rainbows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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