I want to fuel her with confidence use my dick to do it like that long stick service station attendants use to measure amount of gas left upon the premises
Reply upon request The poem doesn't really come together for me. My first reaction to this poem was like what the hell kinda freak?? And then I read it again and was like, geez how this man mind works is abnormal. And reading it over just now the beginning pulled me in and by the line: "use my dick to do it" I pretty much had no more desire to read on. This was not because the issue of sex, penis' or vagina's makes me uncomfortable just because I didn't like the image. The fact that the poem was about me, now that, that made me uncomfortable.
Obediah Michael Smith has published 18 books of poems, a short novel and a cassette recording of his poems. At University of Miami and University of the West Indies, Cavehill, Barbados, he has done writers workshops with Lorna Goodison, Earl Lovelace, Grace Nichols, Merle Collins, and Mervyn Morris. He is a 1971 graduate of St. Anne’s School. He attended Memphis State University, 1973 to 1976 and majored in Speech and Drama and Biology. He has a B.A. Degree in Dramatics and Speech from Fisk University. Employed by The Ministry of Education, he taught English Language and Literature in high schools on New Providence, on Grand Bahama and on Inagua. In 1989, for six months, he lived in Paris, France and studied French at L’Alliance Francaise. He has two daughters and two sons. He is at present, for a time, residing in Mexico City.
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The poem doesn't really come together for me.
My first reaction to this poem was like what the hell kinda freak?? And then I read it again and was like, geez how this man mind works is abnormal.
And reading it over just now the beginning pulled me in and by the line: "use my dick to do it" I pretty much had no more desire to read on. This was not because the issue of sex, penis' or vagina's makes me uncomfortable just because I didn't like the image. The fact that the poem was about me, now that, that made me uncomfortable.
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