Today
The fetid, pliant, hot alive
All moaning, whimpering, wants to jive
The rocking, jolting supine dance
Demanding clutch and dazed glance
To make the comic two-backed beast
To wrench the ripened fruit and feast
Is eager, is ridiculous
Will sell a world to feel but thus
The current flexes vertebrae
The day slips into night to day
Ah, drive the fret of thought away![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5dHHUA640qsfmlsBY4nWifOA4zOhsI3plhhmO81ovwdVxOma7N0wcGOogSePSzR_1mkw-V2c1jQHtYXbEl4Cy8DoYIDJXXX072dPUSBx1fD1blYafXLFkSTMqZEzXmtiNxD8Y4eDki_O/s640/exotic-bedroom.jpg)