I put aside when I find

by Partha Sarkar

I put aside
The rosy
The sharp part of the heart

And throw away the conscience of the science
When I find a shadowy world
Where a clear bastard

Chewing the quid of the tobacco
Burns the birds
Breaking the vaginas

And rubbing palms
I look to and fro
To find a barber’s shop

To be clean shaved
And from then on
You must not ask me

Why I copulate unnecessarily.

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