Can't roll on the bed, <br />when the feeling gets on. <br />Touch that part, <br />that plays the tart. <br /> <br />sometimes swollen, <br />otherwise shrunk. <br />sometimes full, <br />otherwise dull. <br /> <br />sometimes jumping, <br />and pushing up. <br />otherwise rumbling, <br />and crushing down. <br /> <br />sometimes we curse ourselves, <br />to look for it on our own. <br />otherwise we curse the world, <br />for turning us down. <br /> <br />sometimes it happens, <br />when we overeat and burp. <br />otherwise it happens, <br />when we are in poverty. <br /> <br />sometimes we do not realize, <br />how gifted we are. <br />otherwise it is a known fact, <br />that we are abandoned and dirt poor.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-note-full-of-scribbles/
