Tomaso Brooks
I think male nudity is wonderful,
That’s a shame about your face,
The people that do the real work,
As soon as it gets within striking.
At the end of our streets is sunset,
‘Tis of greater use to apprehend the latter,
He died in the ranks of the nationalist,
These instincts are a sign of weakness.
Any woman I could live with three months,
Lose yourself in the service of others,
I can’t make any promises,
Some people understand this.
It’s not true! It can’t be true!
We’d be living a lie,
One that we couldn’t keep,
One glaring inconsistency with his professionalism.
I haven’t seen these in ages,
Circumstances relevant to the transaction,
An automatic extension of the general laws.
Recycled Poetry 