Sex Education (sophistication)
My life has had no clear start, in a way obscure,
city slums, leafy streets and rural idyll, many
women who said they were mothers, and their
husbands who reluctantly said the same, now
wonder if my the end will be equally hazy, sort
in the air, belonging neither in paradise nor hell.
My favourite mother was French, married to
a surgeon who was too busy to stay home, she
bathed even though I was fourteen gave me
a blow jobs, thought me how to kiss her clitoris
and ever since erection can only be maintained
when smelling warm water and perfumed soap
She thought me to read and write and how to use
knife and fork; nothing in life is free education;
the surgeon was not as mature as thought, in
a rage he killed his wife and down the street he
ran waving his scalpel, sobbing loudly wowing
to cut my dick off, not an urbane man at all.
My life has had no clear start, in a way obscure,
city slums, leafy streets and rural idyll, many
women who said they were mothers, and their
husbands who reluctantly said the same, now
wonder if my the end will be equally hazy, sort
in the air, belonging neither in paradise nor hell.
My favourite mother was French, married to
a surgeon who was too busy to stay home, she
bathed even though I was fourteen gave me
a blow jobs, thought me how to kiss her clitoris
and ever since erection can only be maintained
when smelling warm water and perfumed soap
She thought me to read and write and how to use
knife and fork; nothing in life is free education;
the surgeon was not as mature as thought, in
a rage he killed his wife and down the street he
ran waving his scalpel, sobbing loudly wowing
to cut my dick off, not an urbane man at all.
