I’m here to promote “maybe”.
“Maybe not” is next in line.
The first line’s kind of crazy.
The second ends the divine.
Say you’re stuck in the beginning
and question where you are.
You’re not close to nowhere
gawking at a star.
Are you on stage from everywhere
dancing without a top?
The most unlikely pair anywhere.
Why did you thrust and flop?
Holding uncanny postures.
Dividing all the lands.
In waves those grand gestures
come with the backs of your hands.
Calling me Big Boy
you kick me in one nut.
I remove my bent toy.
saluting your decided butt.
One half’s divided south
The other’s between your wings.
When we dance out of one mouth
we pose giant of all things.
Taste and see and hide me.
Your ban is on the loose.
You go to abort me quietly.
no matter which way you choose.
As in all magnified debates
anticipate the other’s facts.
He who hesitates castrates
the meaning of the axe.
Tempt your opponent with your rear.
Shake it like a child.
Then when the dance draws near
kick the toothless and go wild.
The moment’s to be debated.
Don’t give an inch to the cost.
Shake your end. It’s over-rated.
You who seek to win are lost.
Debates can be masturbations.
Tops and bottoms don’t give an inch.
Children in charge of nations
demand all classes wince.
Love yourself as a neighbor
and let it fly when you wend.
Be open to friend and stranger
to bite you in the end.