POEM... BY.MILDRED JONES

Asses For the Masses....

Asses for the masses, big ones, small ones, hardly sitting down ones, always in

contention for

the possibility of love, hanging out bubbling brown sugar, would you do it with me? Why

do we have to look this way, is it because we feel we might not see another day? Oozing

from the ills of the world, so take a pill to say you’re cured and you’re straight, although I

do not hate on you at all, I’m just saying, asses for the masses don’t be so classless,

cover those asses