by Glen Martin Fitch
I've met the virtuous
and they are rare
and many others seem so,
but are not.
(Their words are cool
and yet their blood runs hot
to feed the lust
beneath that pious air).
I'd like to think I try,
like most, to do the right things.
Carnal motives
you can tell in words and deeds.
They have their place as well.
(Have fun and
yet be good).
And then there's you.
The rumor has it
you sure get about,
so fast and loose and free
(I hear you love to flirt
with old or young,
a girl or boy)
but in the end,
somehow
you don't put out.
Why die, dear,
with the reputation of a whore
and never really know the joy?
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011