Why can’t poetry worship his lovers panties?
As a shrine and still be called pure poetry,
Act saintly to his mother in law,
Panties stretched around his face like a super hero?
Still the panty poet at his best ?
The best of the best,
Saintly poet panty thief,
Still shamanic with panties in this possession?
For sure,
Still a panty shaman,
Forever in heavenly ambrosia,
Floral print dancing through his minds eye,
The shamanic panty poet