Poor Fellows
it takes on t,
to make love to eacher in peace.
Everyone pries under your ss,
everyone interferes h your loving.
terrible t a man and a woman,
wer muc,
all sorts of compunctions,
do something unique,
ther in one bed.
I ask myself wive,
or sneeze as they please.
o eac illegitimate frogs,
or the joys of amphibious living.
I ask myself if birds single out enemy birds,
or bulls gossip in public h cows.
Even their police.
els spy on ts,
windows name names,
canons and squadrons debark on missions to liquidate love.
All tly,
till a man and his girl
o raise their climax,
full tilt,
on a bicycle.