A Poser…
I am not the wittiest
of queens you can find.
I do not have
the sexiest of bodies,
which keep flitting around you.
I certainly do not possess
the biggest of penile appendages
that you have experienced.
I am not even
passable as a pleasure provider.
I am so much older,
with so much excess fat,
with so little time
before I lose the last hair on my head.
I have the lousiest of tempers-
and the worst of possessive natures.
Given half a chance
my mom would exchange
me for an Idi Amin.
So why do I try wooing you,
my sunshine?
What could you possibly
find in me?
- owais
--
This was earlier published in Trikone Magazine / Bombay Dost and in the anthology, 'Yaraana'.
I am not the wittiest
of queens you can find.
I do not have
the sexiest of bodies,
which keep flitting around you.
I certainly do not possess
the biggest of penile appendages
that you have experienced.
I am not even
passable as a pleasure provider.
I am so much older,
with so much excess fat,
with so little time
before I lose the last hair on my head.
I have the lousiest of tempers-
and the worst of possessive natures.
Given half a chance
my mom would exchange
me for an Idi Amin.
So why do I try wooing you,
my sunshine?
What could you possibly
find in me?
- owais
--
This was earlier published in Trikone Magazine / Bombay Dost and in the anthology, 'Yaraana'.
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